In shadows deep, where silence weaves,
Loneliness whispers through barren leaves.
A heart adrift on an endless sea,
Grief's heavy burden, a somber plea.
The world spins on, a distant shore,
Yet here I stand, alone once more.
A symphony of stars above,
But all I feel is absence, a loveless cove.
Memories dance, like fragile glass,
Tales of joy that could never last.
Grief, a tempest that knows no end,
Its waves crashing, a soul to rend.
Through tear-stained nights and sunless days,
Loneliness walks in countless ways.
A specter haunting, a faithful guide,
In the labyrinth of sorrow, where I hide.
Yet in this darkness, a glimmer burns,
A tiny light, for hope returns.
For in the depths, strength resides,
And through the pain, the soul abides.
Grief, a testament to love that's real,
Its ache a reminder of what we feel.
Loneliness, a canvas for strength to paint,
A journey through shadows, a soul's restraint.
So let the tears fall, like gentle rain,
For healing comes through both joy and pain.
In loneliness and grief, we find our art,
A masterpiece of the human heart.
I wear a mask so well that even I almost believe it. Almost.
Then I met him. His eyes were hollow, his smile a lie-just like mine. In him, I saw my own reflection, the same quiet suffering hidden beneath perfect façades. For the first time, I wasn't alone.
But happiness is always fleeting. One moment, he was there. The next, he was gone. A fall from a rooftop. A life stolen too soon.
Now, the world feels unreal. Shadows shift. Whispers grow louder. And in the corner of my vision, I still see him.
If he's gone... why does it feel like he never left?