The Fractured Rose

Beneath the amber, fading sky,

Our shadows danced, you and I.

The trembling leaves bore witness true,

To a love once whole, now split in two.

You were my solace, my storm, my flame,

A tender whisper wrapped in pain.

With every word, a dagger sharp,

We stitched our bond, then tore it apart.

In gardens where our love first bloomed,

Now stand thorns where roses loomed.

Each petal scattered to the wind,

Carries memories of what might have been.

I taste the bitter with the sweet,

In every place where we would meet.

Your ghost still lingers in the air,

In empty rooms and vacant chairs.

How strange that love and hate entwine,

Like poisoned honey, bitter wine.

Your touch once healed my deepest scars,

Now leaves me bleeding 'neath the stars.

Yet in the depths of darkest night,

When anger dims and pain takes flight,

I find myself still reaching out,

Through walls of silence, seas of doubt.

For forgiveness is a fragile art,

A bridge across a broken heart.

Each step forward feels like lead,

Across the ruins of words unsaid.

Perhaps one day when storms have passed,

When time has dulled the pain at last,

We'll meet again as strangers do,

And build something completely new.

Not the passion of our youth,

But something tempered more by truth.

A quiet peace, a gentle grace,

Where understanding finds its place.

Until that day, I'll guard the parts

Of what remains of shattered hearts.

For even broken things can shine,

When mended by the hands of time.

Beneath the amber, fading sky,

Our shadows dance, you and I.

In memory's gentle, fading light,

Forever locked in love's last fight.