The Empty Horizon Poem by ashok jadhav

I stand at the edge of yesterday,
watching the road bend into distance,
hoping for a figure
that will never come into view.
The hours stretch like silent water,
each one heavier than the last,
and every shadow whispers your name
only to remind me
that you are gone.
I place my hand on the door,
listen for footsteps that will never fall,
trace the air where your laughter once lingered,
and the ache grows in quiet increments,
steady, patient, unrelenting.
Even the wind seems to mock me,
carrying fragments of voices,
echoes of promises
that dissolved before they could be kept.
I wait not for the return,
but for the faint hope that still flickers,
a stubborn ember in the chest,
burning against the knowledge
that some doors close forever,
and some hearts
must learn to hold their absence.