In the hollow stretch of fading days,
I reached for shadows, not your touch.
The aching hours grew long, unkind,
Beneath the weight, alone, I stood.
And now you speak of turning back,
The road eroded, trust dissolved.
How dim the light you think I see,
When all was night, and none was you.
Sep 11, 2025
Sep 11, 2025 at 3:32 AM UTC
In the hollow stretch of fading days,
I reached for shadows, not your touch.
The aching hours grew long, unkind,
Beneath the weight, alone, I stood.
And now you speak of turning back,
The road eroded, trust dissolved.
How dim the light you think I see,
When all was night, and none was you.
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