Your absence birthed two souls in me,
One full of spite, your foe to be.

It tries to hate, with pride held high,
Refusing to bow, though tears may lie.

Yet the other yearns, with love still pure,
It longs for you, your essence sure.

Rarely the first makes its fleeting play,
But the second now owns my every day.

Between these two, I am torn apart,
Lost in the battle of my own heart

I am so sad, my heart a heavy stone,
In shadows deep, I wander all alone.

The light of hope has dimmed, and all is lost,
Each breath I take feels colder than the frost.

The skies are gray, the winds a mournful tune,
As endless nights engulf me, none too soon.

I search for solace, but it slips away,
Like fleeting stars that fade before the day.

The joy I knew has turned to silent tears,
A symphony of sorrow through the years.

Yet still I fight, though weary is my soul,
A battle deep, to make my broken whole.

And though the road is long, the pain is real,
I trust the dawn will someday heal and seal.

For in this grief, I know a strength resides,
A quiet power where hope in silence hides.

I am so sad, yet in my heart I find,
A will to rise, and leave the dark behind.

I am nobody, lost in shadows' flight,
A silent whisper fading into night.

Unseen, unheard, I wander through the haze,
A fleeting figure lost in endless days.

My name is but a forgotten trace,
A face unknown in time’s relentless chase.

I walk among the crowd, but none can see,
A hollow shell that longs for liberty.

No fame, no fortune, no eternal glow,
Just fleeting moments that come and go.

Yet in my heart, a flame refuses dim,
A quiet strength that pulses deep within.

For in this void where none may call my name,
I find a truth that burns beyond the shame.

Though I am nobody, I stand my ground,
In silence, still, my voice shall yet resound.

For every soul, though lost in time’s embrace,
Can leave a mark no darkness can erase.

We do not choose the moment love appears,
Nor whom we love, despite our hopes and fears.

For love's a fate that comes without a sign,
A fleeting chance, a blink, a touch divine.

Without a reason, without time's command,
It blooms unbidden, like a grain of sand.

Though love may bring its anguish and its pain,
It still remains the truest of the plain.

The secret of life’s fullness it reveals,
A world beyond the logic that one feels.

To love one far or near, your heart is true,
And in that love, no other comes to view.

Containment, a word, a smile, a gentle air,
A bond we share, a feeling soft and rare.

It’s a spirit that touches your soul with grace,
Though distance may keep us in separate space.

Like plants, we bloom when our hearts are caressed,
By kindest words that leave us truly blessed.

Just as the rain feeds earth to make it grow,
Our hearts find joy when kindness starts to flow.