Echoes Of Happiness Poem by ashok jadhav

I remember the days we laughed too loud,
when sunlight poured through every open window,
and the world seemed small enough to hold us both.
Those moments now sting like glass in my chest.
Joy, once a balm, has become a wound,
each memory a mirror I cannot look away from.
I trace the curve of your smile in thought,
and the hollow it leaves behind grows heavier.
Even happiness carries its own sorrow
when the ones who shared it are no longer here.
I mourn not only what is lost,
but the sweetness that cannot return.
I walk among echoes of laughter,
afraid to smile, afraid to breathe,
for every joy remembered
is a quiet grief I must carry alone.