Echoes of a Gentle Word

Somewhere in this quiet, wide world, someone still carries a memory of me—

like a small lamp glowing in a faraway window on a night I can’t quite recall.

Perhaps I offered a soft word into their storm,

a touch as gentle as warm fingers brushing cold rain.

I walked away, but the moment stayed with them,
clinging like a single leaf that refuses to fall from a silent tree.

I may have forgotten, but their heart hasn’t.

To them, my kindness still shines
like a tiny star that won’t fade in a crowded sky.

And knowing this brings a quiet warmth to my chest,

like dawn rising slowly over a lonely hill—
reminding me that even the smallest kindness
can outlive the moment that created it.