A poignant poem that reflects on the impermanence of identity, memory, and words — what we leave behind, what fades, and what remains unwritten. With eloquent lines like:
“I’m the girl in your poems,” she whispered. “No, I thought. You may reach across a lifetime, but her — you will never touch.”
Through subtle imagery and emotional restraint, the piece invites the reader into the quiet spaces where ink fades, lives shift, and voices echo in absence. Ideal for those drawn to lyrical writing...