ECHOES OF AN UNRETURNED HEARTBEAT

Every thump held a silent plea, a longing for reciprocity. Each resonance bounced off the silence, unanswered, unheard. It was a dance of sorrow, played out in the chamber of a solitary being. The air itself seemed heavy with unsaid copyright, lost in the stillness. Yet, the heartbeat continued, a stubborn testament to faith that someday, perhaps,