Gone is known as missing,
and my baby hasn’t returned.

That feeling of love,
the look in the eyes,
I’m missing it all.

I stand here and hold bare.
I fall close to the sky’s openness.
I’ll be let lose to find my baby
but by the years end I’ll be gone

Who am I? I feel adrift, lost in an endless sea of nothingness. This doesn’t feel like my family anymore. They no longer need me, life has carried them forward, leaving me behind. I feel stranded, unmoored, just a distant fragment of their past. The relentless tide of time has swept them away, while I remain frozen, anchored in place. This house, once alive with laughter and warmth, now echoes with memories of a life I barely recognize. Each of them has moved on, their chapters turning, their stories evolving. I don’t blame them for leaving me behind, but the emptiness weighs heavy. It’s been so long since this truly felt like a family. Now, all that’s left are shadows, slipping just beyond my grasp. Am I a relic? A fading remnant of what used to be? I reach for them, but the distance between us is insurmountable, a chasm carved by time, widening too quickly for me to cross. While their lives tick forward, mine stands still, stagnant and silent. I ache for purpose, for a place to belong. A void stretches within me, yearning to be filled. Perhaps one day I’ll find the shore I’ve been seeking, a place to rebuild, to heal, to feel whole again. For now, I watch as they drift further away, my soul burning in place like a solitary beacon. Through this endless night, I remain, lost yet hopeful, waiting to one day be found.

Between leaf and life
Wet ochre leaves bundled exit
Life was lived now gone

Blocked. In that moment, it felt like the world was crashing down around me. I wondered if our paths would ever cross again, praying that maybe, just maybe, you might change your mind. Every connection to you vanished, leaving only the pictures behind. I’m not angry, not even a little. I understand that you feel this is the only way to find space. It’s your instinct to run, and it’s mine to chase, even if every path leads to a dead end. The silence of the room feels deafening now, no notifications, no sound of your voice, just my thoughts, growing louder by the second. Being without you is like gazing at a night sky lit only by the moon, the stars nowhere to fill the void. It’s like hearing your favorite song with missing lyrics, wanting to sing along, but it doesn’t feel right. I know you don’t need me here, but I want to be. I wanted to be your anchor in the fiercest storms, the ears that listened to every worry, the heart that healed with yours. Push me away, shut me out as many times as you need, just as long as you come back. My love for you transcends every wall, every barrier, every goodbye. Even if this truly is the last one, you’ll always have a place deep within my heart and soul. I’ve grown with you. And while I may not be the best version of myself, you’ve made me better. Your touch has healed pieces of me that I thought were irreparable, fragments broken by years of hurt and trauma. You deserve peace, happiness, and pride in who you are. Even if we never speak again, I hope one day you’ll see yourself the way I see you: extraordinary, strong, beautiful, and irreplaceable. I hope this isn’t the end as my love for you is eternal. Even when the candle burns out, its remnants can be molded into something lasting, something strong. And so will my love for you remain, shaping itself into eternity.

Grief,
The shine of eyes must be brief.

We went to a gate,
Seeing all of it fade.

How can i reach out a throne,
Feeling the chocks of a drawn
future Smiles that shall all be gone,
Will make it till dawn,
A feeling of a broken bone,
It’s a process of grown.

Fine by my side,
The wasted of tears cried,
I think we lied,
Wasn’t the easiest of a ride.

Do you feel
tears?
Moisturising the
gears?
Downfalls of
peers?
Different voices of
cheers?

In falls
Felt like waterfalls,
Little voices of crawls,
The movement of dolls,
Down beside the shores.

Happiness of fake,
Doing the take
Of a heart that never break.

You weren’t one of a kind,
Not even hard to find.

That’s a shiny blade,
What a bad trait

To stab from behind,
A person wanted to grind,
What makes mistakes light ‘n’ giant?

The morals of a soul,
carrying missiles that’s short ‘n’ tall,
To throw while they fall.

Let’s make it hard to prone,
Scared of lightning with no tone.

Shattered in the smallest of pieces,
For whoever pleases.

Now it’s all done,
Reload your gun,
Let me escape’n’ run,
Say your goodbyes with fun,
It will forever be gone.

In youth's tender grasp, we danced, carefree,
Unaware of the wounds, the silent plea.
Hearts wounded, yet hoping to be set free,
Bound by a love that was never meant to be.

Too blind, too obstinate, we held on tight,
One spoke in hurt, the other in spite.
A painful dance, through day and night,
Yet one chose to stay, despite the fight.

Now, in the autumn of days long gone,
The scars remain, a lingering dawn.
Time's cruel hand, it marches on,
Leaving a love once bright, now drawn.

To understand the wounds, it took too long,
A love so right, yet gone so wrong.
Echoes of pain, a siren's song,
In the symphony of a love that's gone.