I heard your name in a room I never entered

It floated between the walls like a question

That forgot its shape. I didn't answer, but I listened

I walked through silence, not to escape

But to feel the weight of what stayed

Each step wasn't mine alone

It carried everything unsaid

I'm not chasing, I'm not lost

I'm just moving with the drift

Of voices that never settle

But never left either

Echo drifts through the night

Soft and slow, out of sight

I don't hold, but I remain

In the rhythm of your name

I don't speak, but I respond

To the spaces you left behind

Not with words, but with motion

Not with answers, but with sound

Echo drifts through the night

Soft and slow, out of sight

I don't hold, but I remain

In the rhythm of your name

It's not silence

It's the shape of remembering

Without asking...

It's out there