The calls, the texts we used to share,
Now linger in the silent air.
I reach out, yearning, hoping, true,
But replies from you are far and few.
Perhaps your heart has grown distant, cold,
And mine is left with dreams of old.
With each day's dawn, I feel the ache,
A love once strong, now seems to break.
Whispers in the wind, so faint,
Of memories, our hearts now paint.
Yet still, I miss you, evermore,
In shadows deep, forevermore.
YOU ARE READING
He is the Poem
PoetryEvery word echoes him, Each piece, a love hymn, He's my poem, my heart's dream.
