I Wish You Were Here

I wish you were here—

not just in memory,

not in dreams that vanish with the dawn,

but here, breathing beside me.

The nights are longer without you.

The walls remember your laughter,

but they don’t echo it right anymore.

I keep reaching for a ghost

that won’t reach back.

Some days, I almost hear your voice,

soft as wind against my skin,

and I turn too quickly,

forgetting—

it’s just the world moving on without you.

You should’ve seen the sunrise today.

It broke through the clouds like hope

pretending to be light.

I stood there wishing

you could’ve felt it too.

I wish you were here—

not because I need saving,

but because some moments

are too heavy to hold alone.