Empty walls, the pictures fade,
Shadows linger where you stayed.
Every frame, a quiet sigh,
Holding moments that won’t die.
I touch the glass, but feel the cold,
Stories left, they still unfold.
Silent frames, they call your name,
Every smile, it feels the same.
Time has passed, but I still see,
The way you looked at me.
Curtains drawn, the room’s still dim,
Echoes whisper where you’ve been.
I pretend the night is kind,
But your ghost is in my mind.
If love was meant to fade away,
Why do these frames still make me stay?
Silent frames, they call your name,
Every smile, it feels the same.
Time has passed, but I still see,
The way you looked at me.