Do You Think of Me When the World Falls Quiet?

This life feels heavy on my chest,
A winter with no spring to follow.
Some nights I breathe, but don’t feel alive,
Some days my name echoes hollow.

Do you think about me
When the crowd is gone,
When laughter fades
And you’re finally alone?

Do my words stay stuck
Between your ribs,
Like a song you can’t stop hearing
Even in silence?

I wonder if your hands remember mine,
If your heart still stutters
At the thought of my voice,
If the ghost of us lingers.

This life—
some nights it feels like a door half-open,
a song unfinished,
a prayer whispered into the dark.

But if you called my name, love,
even once,
soft and trembling—
I swear
I would find my way back.

Not to disappear.
Not to fall.
But to live
in the part of the world
where you are.

Onnaya