No Love, No More
In the quiet of the morning, when the world begins to wake,
I find myself remembering, for goodness gracious sake,
The whispers that we shared, beneath the moon’s soft gleam,
A love I thought was boundless, a beautiful, waking dream.
But dreams, they have a way of fading, like shadows in the light,
Leaving empty spaces where once there shone so bright.
My heart, a fragile vessel, now drifts upon a sea,
Of silent, aching echoes, where you used to be.
I trace the lines upon my hand, a map of yesterday,
Each crease a faded memory, that just won’t go away.
A scent of your forgotten warmth, still lingers in the air,
A phantom touch, a fleeting ghost, a burden hard to bear.
I search the constellations, for a sign, a guiding star,
To lead me from this wilderness, no matter how far.
But the sky is vast and silent, mirroring my plight,
Lost in a world of twilight, yearning for the light.
No love, no more, the echoes softly say,
A broken symphony, where melodies decay.
The vibrant hues have faded, to shades of gray and blue,
A canvas once so vivid, now painted through and through
With hues of silent sorrow, a mournful, whispered plea,
For a love that once enveloped, but now has set me free
To wander in this stillness, where memories reside,
A hollow ache within me, nowhere left to hide.
The coffee tastes like ashes, the mornings feel so long,
Each tick of the slow clock, a melancholic song.
I pass by places we once laughed, and tears begin to fall,
A cruel, ironic mirror, reflecting nothing at all
But remnants of a happiness, that danced within your gaze,
Now just a poignant absence, in these lonely, shadowed days.
The world outside moves onward, with laughter and with cheer,
But in my solitary haven, only silence I can hear.
I reach for warmth in winter, but only find the cold,
A story left unfinished, a tale forever untold.
The laughter of the children, a joyful, distant sound,
Reminds me of the future, that we were never bound
To build together, brick by brick, a future bright and bold,
Now just a fragile fantasy, a story growing old.
My soul, a weary traveler, on paths I walk alone,
Searching for a solace, a peace I’ve never known.
No love, no more, the echoes softly say,
A broken symphony, where melodies decay.
The vibrant hues have faded, to shades of gray and blue,
A canvas once so vivid, now painted through and through
With hues of silent sorrow, a mournful, whispered plea,
For a love that once enveloped, but now has set me free
To wander in this stillness, where memories reside,
A hollow ache within me, nowhere left to hide.
Perhaps one day the sun will rise, and chase away the night,
And I’ll find strength within myself, to step back into light.
To mend the fractured pieces, and make my spirit whole,
To write a different chapter, and reclaim my weary soul.
But for now, I’ll walk this journey, with shadows as my guide,
And carry in my heart of hearts, the love I can’t subside.
For even though you’re gone from me, in body and in space,
Your essence still defines me, leaving an indelible trace.
No love, no more, the echoes softly say,
A broken symphony, where melodies decay.
The vibrant hues have faded, to shades of gray and blue,
A canvas once so vivid, now painted through and through
With hues of silent sorrow, a mournful, whispered plea,
For a love that once enveloped, but now has set me free
To wander in this stillness, where memories reside,
A hollow ache within me, nowhere left to hide.
No love, no more, a whispered, gentle sigh,
Beneath the vast, indifferent, and melancholic sky.
Just echoes in the silence, where memories still roam,
A quiet, lingering sorrow, in a heart that’s lost its home.
