In the Shadow of What Was

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The days unfold in steady streams,

While shadows linger in my dreams,

A world unchanged, yet torn inside,

Where memories and silence collide.


The morning sun still climbs anew,

Oblivious to what I’ve lost to

The hollow space inside my chest,

A quiet ache that won’t find rest.


I see the others dance and play,

Their laughter bright, their cares away,

And wonder if they understand

The weight I carry in my hand.


A fragment of a love long gone,

A whisper that still lingers on,

A ghost that walks through every hour,

A fragile seed of fading flower.


I hold onto what remains-

A flicker in the endless rain,

A breath, a heartbeat, a prayer-

A silent hope that you are there.


The world keeps spinning, swift and loud,

While I am lost within a cloud,

A place where time and memory blend-

And love’s shadow stretches without end.


Sometimes I catch a fleeting glance,

A moment’s breath, a second chance,

To feel you near, to hear your voice,

In this quiet, aching choice.


Yet most days, I drift apart,

A hollowed shell, a broken heart,

Carrying the weight of loss,

A silent, unspoken cross.


The seasons change, the years go by,

But in my soul, a still, deep cry-

A longing that refuses to fade,

A love that time cannot invade.


In this space, I learn to breathe,

To hold what’s left, to softly grieve,

To cherish sparks of memory’s light,

And face the darkness of the night.


For though you’re gone beyond my grasp,

Within my heart, I hold the clasp-

A love that time cannot erase,

A quiet, sacred, lasting place.


And so I walk this fractured road,

With wounds that mend, but never bode-

A testament to what was true,

A silent love that carries through.

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