The Blue Echo

A blue shadow, so light and pure,
stretches where nothing ever held life.
It is not pain, nor bitter misfortune,
but the breath of a story unending,
never begun.
It dwells among the absent thoughts,
a promise that will never bloom.
It is a cold echo among extinguished dreams,
the whispers of a tomorrow you do not go
to meet.
It is the ethereal weight of what was not,
a tear unshed in the deep.
The blue shadow of a memory never born,
that persists, eternal and without end.
A silence that speaks, a void that fills.