I tried to piece the past back whole,
But every shard still cut my soul.
The echoes hum, they call my name,
Yet nothing now feels quite the same.
The hands I held have slipped away,
The words I spoke now fade to gray.
I reach, I grasp, but nothing stays,
Just memories lost in endless days.
I build, I break, I start again,
But emptiness still calls me friend.
Some things don’t mend, some wounds won’t heal,
And some of us forget to feel.