Fading Echoes Poem by Dorukhan Baris Oguzcan

I called your name in silent light, but only shadows spoke to me. The winds still hum our last goodnight, a song lost in eternity.

Your touch once burned like midnight flame, now all is cold, the stars stand still. The echoes whisper through my name, yet never bend to fate or will.

If love was meant to never fade, then why does time erase its form? The memories drift and slowly fray, like autumn leaves before the storm.

Yet in the hush where sorrow sleeps, your voice still lingers soft and low. No hand can mend what silence keeps, nor light the past with morning's glow