HEARTBEAT ECHOES UNRETURNED

Every beat held a silent whisper, a longing for reciprocity. Each reverberation bounced off the void, unanswered, lost. It was a rhythm of yearning, played out in the void of a solitary being. The air itself breathed heavy with unsaid copyright, lost in the stillness. Yet, the thrum continued, a stubborn testament to belief that someday, perhaps,