The Ashes
A Poetic Journey Through the Ruins of Love

You were the breath that filled my lungs,
A quiet fire where warmth was sung,
Now there's only the biting cold,
A love that’s lost and slipped its hold.
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We spoke in whispers under the night,
As if the darkness kept us tight,
But now our voices fall and fade,
Lost in the echoes of vows we made.
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I reach for you where shadows spill,
Clutching at air that has grown still,
But you are gone, a vanishing dream,
An ache that silences every scream.
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Our love, once whole, now bleeds away,
A garden overgrown with decay,
And I am left to tend the gray,
Of moments burned and turned to clay.
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I would have held you through every tear,
Taken your pain and kept it near,
But I could not calm the storm’s unrest,
That tore our hearts and left us pressed.
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Now I wander through memory's haze,
Where once we danced and braved the blaze,
But the light has dimmed, the shadows sway,
And I'm left alone to let you stray.
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So I bury each fragment, one by one,
And scatter the ashes of all we've done,
For in the end, it’s grief that remains,
And love that quietly breaks its chains.


Comments (1)
Burnt ashes always gives someone in these writings something to think. Good work.