In shadows of memories, I once held you close,
With all of you, my heart felt alive, engrossed.
Yet now, fragments remain, slipping through my grasp,
Leaving me yearning for that night's gentle clasp.
Echoes of your presence linger, haunting my days,
A ghostly presence in the silent, moonlit haze.
Take me back, oh, to that sacred night we shared,
Where love blossomed, and dreams tenderly flared.
But now, lost in the maze of what could have been,
I wander, adrift, in a realm where you've not been.
What am I to do in this void you've left behind,
Haunted by memories, forever intertwined?
Oh, take me back to where our souls first met,
Where time stood still, and our hearts were set.
For in that moment, I found my truest hue,
Now, I'm left longing for all of you.
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This house was never a home
PoetryThis place was never home, The things that lie in it was memorizing some a taunting memory other pleasant some not
