Why have you forsaken me?

 
Dawn of our journey.
We found our path,
an embrace like a first station,
hope in every breath.
Together we walked facing fears
in the sacred spring.

The weight of the cross came
as doubt whispered in the wind.
Our love staggered under its heavy burden.
With each step, the road grew steeper,
yet, we bore the weight
through shared tears and laughter.

We stumbled and fell thrice
in moments of despair.
We rose, driven by the light in our eyes.  
Giving strength to carry on and believe in us.

With shoulders to lean on
we found our strength anew.
But the thorns of life pricked deeper
and we bled unseen.
Pain hidden beneath smiles
as our love's crown grew heavy.

Each goodbye a crucifixion,
each kiss a resurrection.
We bore the wounds of betrayal,
the kisses of forgiveness.
As a symphony of passion and penitence.

The final station came,
the end of our shared cross.
With a cry that echoed
our love was crucified.
In the silent tomb,
we laid our dreams to rest.
A requiem for what was
and what could have been.

Now, our path has diverged
as the stone rolled away.
Leaving behind memories,
the sacred relics of our time.
The resurrection, not of us,
but of who we became in the aftermath.