My bare feet bled on sands untread,
Leaving fragile imprints in pursuit of love long dead.

Were you beside me, I’d wish time to stand still,
With only us, untouched by the world’s will.
Enveloped in your arms, where peace could be found,
Listening to your heartbeat, a cadence so profound.
As if it were the lone sound the cosmos would weave,
A quiet symphony, only we could perceive.

Was it so effortless for you to cast me aside,
As though I had never dwelled within your heart, nor walked by your side?
Have you forgotten the beauty of the moments we shared,
When our souls intertwined, and nothing else compared?

Come, take your place beside me, let us recount the love we cherished,
The tender care we offered, the soft touch that nourished.
The pleasures we embraced and the pains we endured,
The separation we faced, our hearts steadfast and assured.
Let us commence with a smile, a gesture of grace,
And conclude with the bittersweet ache that time cannot erase.

My skin trembles with pleasure and pain—pleasure in every tender way you loved me, yet torn by the agony in the way you unraveled me.

Let us abandon the wounds we inflicted in our distance and embrace the quiet joy that once united us. Forget the anguish, and remember the love that first sparked and sustained us.

The more I endeavor to expunge every trace of you, the deeper you inscribe yourself upon my soul, leaving indelible memories that even time cannot efface.