5-** Water

A gentle shower, soft upon the pane,
The world washed clean, in shades of silver grey,
A warmth that rises, in the wind's soft strain,
A longing gaze, that will not fade away.
The rain descends, a whisper, light and low,
A tender touch, where hidden feelings flow.

I see you, a distance, yet so near,
A quiet pull, that banishes all fear,
The words unsaid, like raindrops on a stream,
A timeless moment, in a waking dream.
Your smile, a promise, etched upon the air,
A heart embraced, with tenderness and care.

The rain falls softly, through the fading light,
A hand in hand, where silent pathways lead,
A gaze that lingers, in the deepening night,
A gentle touch, fulfilling every need.
The rain descends, a whisper, soft and slow,
A tender touch, where hidden feelings grow.

I see you, a comfort, safe and true,
A heart's soft prayer, in shades of gentle blue,
Your smile, a beacon, in the misty haze,
A tender moment, in love's gentle ways.
The arms that hold, a refuge from the storm,
A heart embraced, where love is pure and warm.

The inbox gleams, a cold comfort.
I saw your last email days ago.
Each subject line unread, a tiny withdrawal.
The distance between us grows.
My finger hovers,
a bird afraid to land.
The silence stretches,
a new kind of goodbye.

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This space you ask for,
it feels like an old echo.
I remember this quiet unfolding,
the gentle pull away.
A familiar chill settles.
Is this the prelude
to another ending
I already know?

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I scroll through our old threads,
each attachment a thought of you.
The easy replies, the shared links,
now distant whispers.
My mind catalogs dates and times,
trying to pinpoint
where the shift began,
the subtle drift apart.

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Perhaps I’ve built a cage
around a fragile hope.
Each time, I draft a message,
believing in a different path.
And each time, your responses dwindle,
leaving behind
the remnants of a trust
I struggle to rebuild.

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The memories are sharp,
an archived message from long ago.
That first hesitant greeting,
the promise in your words.
Did I misunderstand
the fragile nature
of your affection,
or just my own capacity for pain?

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And so, I wait,
in this familiar ache.
The unread count thick with unspoken words,
the space between us widening.
This quiet breaking,
a slow splintering,
leaving me
to mend myself once more.

A presence, both shadow and light,
you paint the world in shades I only knew existed.
You are the comfort, the ache,
the singular desire I reach for.
It was a surprise, this depth,
this overwhelming tide,
a feeling that never truly
found its measure.

There's a tremor, a wildness,
a soaring I hadn't imagined possible.
Lead me into the uncharted,
beyond the familiar maps of our lives.
Show me the world transformed,
reflected in your gaze,
a vibrant, new creation
brought forth by your touch.

This moment, fragile,
on the very edge of revelation.
Every curve, every contour of your being,
a sacred quest I must undertake.
Only your essence, your fire,
ignites this deepest part of me,
a burning I willingly embrace,
surrendering to your rhythm.

I lose myself in the ebb and flow,
a sweet disarray.
My thoughts unspool, unanchored,
the clarity of reason dissolves.
A swirling vortex inside me,
vision blurred by this intensity,
this pull that demands everything.
What holds us in this space?

The boundaries blur,
each breath a testament to your effect.
This fevered dream,
a reality I welcome.
Every fiber of my being yearns,
to feel the imprint of your presence,
to absorb your very spirit,
until we are indistinguishable.

I grant you the lead,
for I am adrift, delightfully so.
My mind reels, unmoored,
the known world recedes.
This profound disorientation,
a beautiful chaos,
compelling me to ask:
What are we waiting for, now?

In the desolate landscape of my soul,
your absence echoes like a scream.
Shadows writhe where your light once warmed me,
a haunting reminder of love's decay.
My heart, a heavy burden, longs to be free.
Tears fall like autumn rain, relentless and cold.
Memories of your touch now taunt me,
leaving only emptiness to hold.

In dreams, I see your smile, a fleeting solace,
a bittersweet reminder of joy's escape.
My arms reach out, grasping only darkness,
a cruel fate that tears us apart, it seems.
Time stretches, a canvas of lonely hours,
each one a testament to love's lost themes.
I'm left to ponder what could have been,
haunted by the ghosts of our memories.

Your silence is a palpable thing,
a weight that presses upon my chest.
It threatens to consume me whole,
leaving naught but ashes of love's unrest.
And yet, I hold on to the hope of your return,
a glimmer of light in love's darkened urn.
My heart remains yours, a flame that flickers still,
guiding you back, should you choose to fulfill.

In this emptiness, I'll wait for your call,
a whispered promise to rekindle love's flame.
Together we can chase the shadows away,
and our love can rise, reborn from heartache's gray.
Until then, know that my love remains true,
a constant heartbeat, waiting only for you.

Here I am
A mere fragment
Of loss and desolation.
Isolated and existing
In emptiness.

Here I am
As certain as fall
Cold and rigid
As the old places
Where we made
Snow ball dreams
And sunset promises.

You are living these now
Without me,
And here I am
Fading without you.

Her words
were my oxygen
her thoughts
invaded my lungs
her
passion
woke me from deep within
her rejection
peeled off all my skin

the favorite dish
of dictators
to devour
until no peace is left

within the solitude of the dreadful span
of the blackened and bowed sky
the deep withered grass bends in the moonless dark
quieting the cold and murmuring earth

hushing her into fitful sleep

the air is hard
and the wind lacerates the night
razor incisions left behind
in the icy flesh of obsidian hours

open wounds howl like wolves
on the trail of prey in flight

I hunger for you
under the restless stars