Fragments of us

Fragments of Us

The night wraps tight, a velvet shroud,

Where silence screams, unspoken, loud.

Your shadow lingers, faint, then clear,

A cruel mirage I still hold near.

The scent of you—still haunts the air,

A trace of warmth that’s no longer there.

Once our laughter filled these walls,

Now only echoes when darkness calls.

Your touch, like fire, lit my veins,

Now burns as ice in love’s remains.

I trace the memories, sharp and raw,

Each one a splinter, each one a flaw.

We spoke of forever with fearless eyes,

Wove dreams together beneath wide skies.

Yet time, the thief, crept in unseen,

Unraveled the threads of all we’d been.

Was it fate, or was it choice?

The silence drowns your missing voice.

I reach for words that might explain,

But find only questions wrapped in pain.

The mornings rise, the evenings fall,

But nothing feels the same at all.

The world moves on, and yet I stay,

Lost in the ruins of yesterday.

Your name, a whisper, slips my tongue,

The bitter taste of songs unsung.

I hear it still, in every breeze,

A ghost that time cannot appease.

I wonder if you think of me,

When moonlight spills across the sea.

Do you recall the promises made,

Or have they withered in love’s charade?

Yet even in this hollow ache,

A tiny ember starts to wake.

For love, though lost, will not destroy—

It carves a path for deeper joy.

The heart will break, then beat anew,

Its scars a map to carry through.

And though I grieve what we let go,

I’ll rise again, this much I know.

For somewhere in the great expanse,

Beyond the pain, beyond the chance,

A love will grow that’s brave and true—

But first, I must let go of you.So here I stand, though weak and frail,

Against the storm, against the gale.

The shards of us still pierce my skin,

Yet I refuse to let them win.

I’ll gather each piece, no matter how small,

And stitch them together, standing tall.

A tapestry woven of lessons learned,

From bridges crossed and others burned.

Your smile, once my guiding flame,

Is now a memory, steeped in shame.

But from its ashes, I’ll ignite,

A fire of my own to light the night.

The tears I shed will water the ground,

From which my strength will soon be found.

No longer captive to love’s cruel jest,

I’ll find the beauty in what comes next.

For hearts are made to break and mend,

To lose, to heal, to love again.

And though this chapter’s end was rough,

It taught me that I am enough.

So as I walk away from you,

I’ll carry the pain but start anew.

With every step, a lighter load,

A brighter dawn upon my road.

The scars will fade, though never quite,

A quiet reminder of love’s light.

And when the stars above align,

I’ll know that this heart is still mine.I’ll cherish the love, though it couldn’t stay,

For it shaped me in its fleeting way.

The joy, the pain, the lessons learned,

All fuel the fire that now has burned.

No longer will I yearn or plead,

For love to fill a hollow need.

Instead, I’ll build a world anew,

A life unshaken, strong, and true.

I’ll walk where sunlight warms my face,

In search of solace, in search of grace.

The shadows of us will fade with time,

Like distant bells with a softer chime.

Perhaps one day, our paths will meet,

Where love no longer tastes bittersweet.

But even if that day won’t come,

I’ll find my peace beneath the sun.

For hearts, though fragile, hold their might,

They weather storms, they seek the light.

Through all the cracks, new life will grow,

A quiet strength the world won’t know.

So this is my vow, my whispered prayer,

To rise above the love we shared.

To love myself and find my way,

And face with courage each new day.

Though part of me will always grieve,

For what we lost and had to leave,

I’ll hold my head and breathe in deep,

For love is worth the wounds that seep.

And when love finds me once again,

I’ll welcome it, a long-lost friend.

For hearts that break can still renew—

And mine will bloom, as yours will too.