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Echoes of Us
In the quiet hours, shadows stretch and sigh,
Memories whisper like wind through the trees,
Each leaf a fragment of laughter gone by,
The warmth of your touch still dances in the breeze.
We wandered through nights painted gold by the moon,
With dreams spun from starlight, our hearts intertwined.
But time, that sly thief, played a melancholy tune,
And love, once a fire, became echoes, unkind.
Your laughter, a melody, haunts the still air,
Each note a reminder of moments we shared.
Yet silence, a blanket, wraps tight in despair,
In the spaces between us, your absence is bared.
But I gather the echoes, the sweet and the sad,
Like petals from flowers we watched bloom and fade.
For in every heartache, there's beauty to be had,
A tapestry woven of love that won’t trade.
So here in the twilight, I cherish the past,
With each gentle heartbeat, I honor the flame.
Though the years may be fleeting, our love will outlast,
In the echoes of us, I’ll whisper your name.
Memories whisper like wind through the trees,
Each leaf a fragment of laughter gone by,
The warmth of your touch still dances in the breeze.
We wandered through nights painted gold by the moon,
With dreams spun from starlight, our hearts intertwined.
But time, that sly thief, played a melancholy tune,
And love, once a fire, became echoes, unkind.
Your laughter, a melody, haunts the still air,
Each note a reminder of moments we shared.
Yet silence, a blanket, wraps tight in despair,
In the spaces between us, your absence is bared.
But I gather the echoes, the sweet and the sad,
Like petals from flowers we watched bloom and fade.
For in every heartache, there's beauty to be had,
A tapestry woven of love that won’t trade.
So here in the twilight, I cherish the past,
With each gentle heartbeat, I honor the flame.
Though the years may be fleeting, our love will outlast,
In the echoes of us, I’ll whisper your name.
Published 19th Oct 2024
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19th Oct 2024 7:54pm
19th Oct 2024 8:51pm
I find that loss of someone close - as in a relationship - Tends to amplify the cravings when we know the bond has been broken. This poem is almost cinamatic in the way it's written. The language is beautiful and seems to reflect the sentiments that are remembered in the days when it seemed like anything could be possible; when love was sensual and erotic.
There's a sadness, yes, but the intention to remember her/him with honor makes this a poem with dignity and strength.
Nice writing.
There's a sadness, yes, but the intention to remember her/him with honor makes this a poem with dignity and strength.
Nice writing.
19th Oct 2024 8:53pm
19th Oct 2024 8:34pm
19th Oct 2024 8:54pm
Thank you so much! I truly appreciate your kind words. It’s great to be back and share in this space again. Your support means a lot!
19th Oct 2024 10:26pm
Welcome back. I echo Timagination 2's comment.
Picture and lost love theme roused a rhyme in my mind:
Echoes of us
in coitus
still haunt my room
in the night's gloom -
those sounds of you
when I poked through,
surrendering
to what I bring.
This has grown into a longer poem that I have posted in this section with acknowledgements to this poem of yours.
Picture and lost love theme roused a rhyme in my mind:
Echoes of us
in coitus
still haunt my room
in the night's gloom -
those sounds of you
when I poked through,
surrendering
to what I bring.
This has grown into a longer poem that I have posted in this section with acknowledgements to this poem of yours.
20th Oct 2024 7:45pm
