Sometimes, I sense the distance,
a quiet retreat, your absence stretches,
like shadows at dusk,
days drip slowly, and "I"
a forgotten thought waiting,
wondering, if you even glance
at the space where I used to be.
But then I feel the weight,
a thrum of regret, my heart whispers,
it was me my fault,
yet you'll never know
how long I loved you,
before you even knew
the echoes of my name.
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Whispers Of The Soul
PoetryWhispers of the Soul: A collection of raw, emotive poems that delve into the depths of the human experience. Explore themes of love, loss, and self-discovery in this poignant and evocative anthology.
