And here I am......

My Dearest

In the depths of twilight's melancholy,

Where shadows whisper secrets untold,

I find myself lost amidst a heart's quandary,

Yearning for the love we used to hold.

Within my soul, a tempest fiercely rages,

A symphony of emotions entwined,

I'm caught betwixt two worlds, two stages,

Where love's memory forever enshrined.

Like a fragile daisy in the twilight's haze,

I pluck petals, torn between yea or nay,

For in my heart, a haunting melody plays,

Torn between holding on and letting you sway.

Oh, how I miss the way you touched my soul,

With every tender word and gentle gaze,

The warmth of your embrace that made me whole,

Now mere whispers in the wind's endless maze.

The echoes of your laughter, once my solace,

Still reverberate within these weary bones,

But time's cruel dance has left an empty space,

Where our love once bloomed like fragrant cyclones.

A part of me yearns to reach out and find you,

To hold your hand and mend what once was broke,

To bathe in memories, like drops of morning dew,

But fear's icy grip keeps my heart awoke.

For love is a tapestry, woven with fragile thread,

The seams of trust easily unraveled and frayed,

Yet memories of us refuse to lay dead,

Within my soul, they linger and won't fade.

So, here I stand, at the crossroads of desire,

Torn between holding on and letting go,

Each step I take, engulfed in a lover's fire,

Uncertain if love's bloom will ever again grow.

Should I cling to the fragments of our past,

Like the whispers of a forgotten song?

Or should I set sail on a new horizon vast,

Where hope's melody dances, free and strong?

I miss you, my love, like the moon misses the sun,

Yearning for the radiance of your touch,

But as I stand here, longing for what's undone,

I wonder if love's journey can ever be enough.

So, my dear, I pen these words, bittersweet,

A testament to the depths of my heart's woe,

In this cosmic dance, where fate and love meet,

I'm stuck between holding on and letting you go.

With all the love that remains,