She stole my shirt to cage his heart in glass, The navy blue that held the love he knew, I walk through life, yet shadows never pass.
By Test4 months ago in Poets
***Author's note: I was inspired by this song and the TV show You while writing this poem.*** Oh hello you, I have found you once again.
By Chloe Rose Violet 🌹4 months ago in Poets
"Yet, you remain." The flame is gone, yet still its ghost is near, a shadow clings where fire once held reign. The ash drifts down, but shade will not disappear.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales4 months ago in Poets
"What lingers is the glow, not the blaze." The last ember hums though the fire is gone, its light a whisper clinging to the stone.
"What bends in storm will rise again in sky." The branches reach though storms may tear them wide, their fingers aching for a distant flame.
"The wind paused to hear you breathe. The soil remembered your footsteps." The soil remembers every step you made, its silence carries what I could not keep.
"There is a silence older than sorrow." There is a silence older than the grave, it waits in shadows, humming where we go.
"The stars remember. The Earth records." The stars remember what the soul has lost, the nightjar sings where silence learns to stay.
"The White Flame never dies. It transforms, it rises again." The flame endures, though ashes veil its face, a fire reborn within the darkened song.
"The wind paused to hear you breathe. The soil remembered your footsteps." The wind still pauses where your breath once lay,
"Between loss and remembrance lies a realm of silent echoes." Between the worlds, the silence holds its song, a voice half-gone, yet lingering in stone.
The word I never spoke still waits for me, it lingers heavy where the silence grows. The branches tremble with its memory.
