These are the most deafening hours
The vision of your smile and glances
Grace the silence of the time that is not ours
Oh, love, why so cruel with my chances?
Long dark days are ahead, you are a ghost
You sweetly haunt me in your abscence
You are everything, my ever most, and I am lost
In dreams and sorrow, in pain's quintessence,
Each moment without you drowns my existence.
For pain's purest form is not sharp but still,
A quiet yearning, bending all to its will.
If fate should guide my path to you once more,
In kindness, show your smiles as once before.

Mar. 12,2025/Some Velvet Briars