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.

I masked my fears, because I was broken
I tried to write, but the pain has dried my quill
I couldn’t see the light, couldn’t feel worth
I curled up, I retreated
I tried to smile, but the joy was gone
The betrayal of love is so complete
I just wanted to stay hidden.

I saw her, behind the mask
I understood her, through her paintings
I noted everything, and engaged her
Why did I let her in?  Why did it feel right?
I was honest, and kind to her.
She didn’t see me as broken, or damaged
She unchained me, shined the light on my dark

I saw her, this amazing woman
I lost hope because it always hurt
But she broke through the walls,
Where I thought no one could
She’s awakened parts of me I thought buried
I was lost inside my own head,
actions of the past tormenting me

No one sees me the way she does

We have to face what we know we can’t fix alone
Trying to find ways to escape this cycle together
We try to hide the broken pieces
We try to write, but within the ink, there is no hope
We can’t fix what is broke,
If we never face it, together

The past is the past,
we cannot fix it,
cannot revisit it,
but we can learn from it,

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?

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.

---

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.

---

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.

---

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.

3-** Earth

The quiet air settles, a moment held,
A breath taken, a pause in the turning world.
Light shifts on the distant hills,
The silent turning of the ancient stones.
A single leaf trembles, then falls,
Marking the passage of unseen currents.
The ground beneath, firm and patient,
Receives the subtle weight of all things.

My soul seeks its Earthen Balance, a core within this shifting,
A yearning to simply exist, unburdened by the relentless push.
Why does the heart hesitate to fully open,
When the world invites such tender care?
This inner ground must hold, though fear
Whispers of vulnerabilities, of paths unseen.
Each breath a silent query, seeking truth.
I long for peace, a quiet, settled space.
How fleeting, the ease of simply being.

The sky stretches, an endless journey,
Where aspirations rise on silent wings.
Smiles offered, tears freely given,
A tapestry woven from touch and sight.
Each connection, a fleeting imprint,
Defining the span of fleeting years.
The reach for heights, a constant pull,
Against the gravity of daily toil.

Yet, my spirit struggles for Earthen Balance, a steady hold on passing seasons,
This unending cycle of striving, digging, and building anew.
Why does the self relentlessly pursue,
When the end is merely another beginning?
The silent dread of unending effort
Consumes the present, denies gentle repose.
A fleeting pause, then back to the endless task.
I seek a peace beyond the racing current.
This constant turning, a hollow victory.

5-** Water

In hollow corners, shadows deepen,
where dust motes dance in still air.
The empty space observes all,
a quiet room, its silence vast.
No laughter now, no quickened step,
only lingering light at dusk, fading slow.
The walls stand witness, mute and cold,
to a world paused within.

My spirit aches with unseen burdens,
This Whisper of a Fading Bloom resides in silent depths.
I trace forgotten melodies,
each fading like a whispered dream.
Desolation descends, a chilling mist,
cloaking the heart in sorrow's hue.
Dreams unfulfilled, a heavy shroud,
hopes like autumn leaves, forever caught,
a cold autumn that knows no end.

Outside, the world moves ceaselessly on,
its distant hum a fading sound.
But here within, time holds its breath,
a single moment stretched and still.
Clouds amass, a heavy gray,
promising rain, a silent fall.
Each gathering drop, a quiet beat,
reflecting solitary pools.

I yearn for warmth, a single spark,
This Whisper of a Fading Bloom yearns for light.
To melt the ice that binds my soul,
my longing pulses like the rain.
A labyrinth of regret, each twist,
I wander paths with silent steps.
My own heart beats, a lonely drum,
an echo reaching out for naught,
no answer in the vacant air.

Once, colors bright, a vivid hue,
of hands entwined in trusting hold.
The thrill of shared and promised dawns,
a tapestry of sunlit days.
Now the palette dims, a muted shift,
to shades of ash and ocean gray.
The canvas shows only faint lines,
a record etched by time's cool hand.

Yet in this quiet desolation deep,
This Whisper of a Fading Bloom finds fragile strength.
A stillness beckons thought to bloom,
where dormant seeds await the rain.
Not broken, though fragments remain,
worn smooth by tides of sorrow's grace.
I gather each silent, storied shard,
a flicker ignites, a soft sunrise,
the possibility of dawn anew.

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.