5d
Not with farewell, or thunderous cries,
But in this silence, where love slowly dies.
No parting words, just shadows that creep,
An empty room, where memories sleep.
A broken promise, like glass on the floor,
Shattered reflections of what was before.
Unspoken feelings, like whispers in the dark,
A silent ending, leaving its mark.
In this stillness, my heart takes flight,
A lonely journey through the endless night.
The ghost of you, a haunting embrace,
Lingering softly in this desolate space.
But in this silence, where love slowly dies.
No parting words, just shadows that creep,
An empty room, where memories sleep.
A broken promise, like glass on the floor,
Shattered reflections of what was before.
Unspoken feelings, like whispers in the dark,
A silent ending, leaving its mark.
In this stillness, my heart takes flight,
A lonely journey through the endless night.
The ghost of you, a haunting embrace,
Lingering softly in this desolate space.
This poem isn't about a lost love; it's a confession – to myself, mostly – about my own part in letting it all fall apart. The emptiness isn't just in the room; it's inside me.
