I sense a sorrow, a deep lament,
Lost my dearest, my true intent.
She was my solace, love I bestowed,
Emptiness lingers from letting her go.
Navigating tumult, and transformations,
Craving alterations to life's fluctuations.
Cradled her tenderly, cherished each morn,
Our love a force, eventually forlorn.
Shadows obscured our shared delight,
Silhouettes danced; love took flight.
I'm traversing transitions, a metamorphosis,
Seeking a revolution, life's genesis.
Time unfolded, realization emerged,
Her farewell message can still be heard.
Life marches on, without you, hollow,
Longing to rewind, to reshape tomorrow.
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These lines in particular, "I'm traversing transitions, a metamorphosis,/Seeking a revolution, life's genesis," sound so perfect. The words are absolutely perfectly picked. Always love reading your work!
Beautiful!😍
This was so deep and powerful! Fantastic poem!