Inspired ink

You blew into my life,
Disrupting my hearts balance,
Your whispers, golden silence.
The uncanny reminder of what was,
Rips through my soul,
So wordless, yet necessary.
Beauty sweeps through your face,
An ever resemblance of what could have been.
Tar turning to soil,
In the end,
I hope I didn’t misjudge my future.
But it was necessary,
I remind myself
To keep my mind inspired,
To keep myself going.
Dark chocolate,
And long worded connections.
The sun rises,
A new beginning,
a page left blank,
I’m afraid, my ink has run out,
And in your book,
I shall no longer quote.