Nov 7
To feel you, to have you, is what I have risked everything.
To love is so easy, to be loved, so hard.
But that mantle, so swiftly gone, now leaves me standing, alone, in a reverberating void, where your voice lingers.
Love's fleeting cloak, a transient shroud— once my shield, now an empty field, where the specters of your voice haunt the silence, and shadows stretch, reminders of what was.
When love departs, it leaves jagged marks, an aching void, where joy once stood.
Your warmth, a memory's ghost, haunts my nights, a presence I miss most.
The trust once held, now shattered and expelled, love's remnants sting on the skin, like the chill of an endless winter, where frostbite gnaws, and daylight never peaks.
To love is so easy, to be loved, so hard.
But that mantle, so swiftly gone, now leaves me standing, alone, in a reverberating void, where your voice lingers.
Love's fleeting cloak, a transient shroud— once my shield, now an empty field, where the specters of your voice haunt the silence, and shadows stretch, reminders of what was.
When love departs, it leaves jagged marks, an aching void, where joy once stood.
Your warmth, a memory's ghost, haunts my nights, a presence I miss most.
The trust once held, now shattered and expelled, love's remnants sting on the skin, like the chill of an endless winter, where frostbite gnaws, and daylight never peaks.
Oh, the fleeting nature of love! In writing this poem, I aimed to capture the profound emptiness that follows its absence. The imagery and metaphors are meant to evoke the haunting presence of lost love and the lingering memories that persist in my mind. This piece encapsulates the essence of my emotional journey, from the initial risk of giving everything for love to the enduring pain of its absence. Through this poem, I hope to share the raw emotions and the lingering shadows that remain after a broken heart.
