When Light Forgot My Name

I walked where golden afternoons once stayed,

Their whispers clung like sunlight to the leaves.

But dusk arrived—the tender hues decayed,

And silence hummed beneath the sighing eaves.

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Your voice, once warm, became a distant shore,

A fading spark that trembled into grey.

I lit my heart, but shadows asked for more,

And love grew quiet, learning how to stay.

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For every flame must learn its ash in time,

Each dawn must trade its promise for the night.

I lost your hand—yet still, in thought’s soft rhyme,

You bloom between my sorrow and the light.

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So let the dark remember what I knew:

That even loss can make the heart shine true.

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