I found you in a sudden burst of light,
Your laughter carried me like ocean wind at night.
Our souls brushed softly, honest and bare,
And for a moment, heaven felt close in your stare.
Every word became a bridge to your world,
Every silence an abyss where my thoughts curled.
I loved your shadow before your face,
Your absence burned me, a timeless trace.
Then suddenly your heart pulled away,
Like winter freezing a forgotten bay.
I reached for you, my hand in the air,
But you stayed distant, fragile, unaware.
I cried for a silence that spoke too loud,
I shook beneath love that never allowed.
Paradox of the heart: to love, yet receive none,
To feel the heat of a fire you cannot run to or become.
And still, within the void you left behind,
I keep our laughter, reckless and kind.
For even lost, your memory stays,
And my paradox heart still sings your name in quiet ways.
Jan 9
Jan 9, 2026 at 6:08 PM UTC
I found you in a sudden burst of light,
Your laughter carried me like ocean wind at night.
Our souls brushed softly, honest and bare,
And for a moment, heaven felt close in your stare.
Every word became a bridge to your world,
Every silence an abyss where my thoughts curled.
I loved your shadow before your face,
Your absence burned me, a timeless trace.
Then suddenly your heart pulled away,
Like winter freezing a forgotten bay.
I reached for you, my hand in the air,
But you stayed distant, fragile, unaware.
I cried for a silence that spoke too loud,
I shook beneath love that never allowed.
Paradox of the heart: to love, yet receive none,
To feel the heat of a fire you cannot run to or become.
And still, within the void you left behind,
I keep our laughter, reckless and kind.
For even lost, your memory stays,
And my paradox heart still sings your name in quiet ways.
This poem explores the quiet contradiction of loving someone who never fully stays. It is about warmth felt from a distance, about emotional closeness without possession. The heart becomes a paradox: capable of holding both joy and absence at once. Rather than telling a story of loss alone, the poem lingers on memory, how even what fades can continue to sing within us.
