Christopher James Dimitriadis

Contributor

I walk through streets where echoes fade,

Each step a ghost of what we made.

The sky still burns in hues of gold,

But warmth is something I don’t hold.

Your laughter lingers in the air,

A melody that isn’t there.

I reach for hands I used to know,

But empty spaces tell me no.

The world moves on in quiet spins,

Yet I am stuck where love begins—

Or maybe where it fell apart,

A mapless place inside my heart.

No north, no stars, no guiding light,

Just endless roads that blur the night.

And though the dawn will come anew,

I am lost—still lost—without you.