The Widow of My Heart

The Widow of My Heart

You stepped into my world so softly,

like a quiet thought in winter rain,

I opened every part of me,

never knowing how deep you would go

or how cold love can turn.

You held my dreams in your fingers,

whispering vows I believed,

I let you carve your name in me

and smiled through the ache

because I wanted to belong.

But love can rot like old wood,

slow and silent in the grain,

and by the time I saw the cracks

you were already drifting

into another shadowed room.

I called out but you did not answer,

your heart was deaf to mine,

and I was left to keep the house

filled with dust and memories

and curtains that never moved.

Now I walk through empty halls,

a widow of a love still breathing,

haunted by a ringless finger

and a voice that cannot fade

no matter how I try.