Love Gone

To sadly think of love gone by, Where once the stars lit up the sky, Now shadows stretch across the floor, Where laughter used to live before.

The whispered vows, so sweet, so near, Now echo faint, too soft to hear. A glance, a touch, a breath, a name—All vanished, yet I feel the same.

The world goes on with painted grace,While I still search for your lost face. The seasons turn, the roses bloom, But can’t dispel this inner gloom.

I walk alone where we once met, Each step a ghost, each sigh regret. The bench beneath the willow tree Still waits in stillness, just like me.

Your coffee cup still holds its place, As if it waits to see your face. The book you loved, left halfway through, Still speaks your name like morning dew.

And yet, I do not curse your name, Nor burn with anger, nor with blame. For love, when true, does not accuse—It grieves, it aches, but will not bruise.

I miss the quiet things the most—The way you hummed, the way you'd toast to nothing much, just being here, Now silence is my only cheer.

Sometimes at dusk, I think I see A trace of what we used to be—A shimmer in the amber air, As if you're somehow, somewhere there.

But morning breaks, and truth returns: The heart still loves, the body yearns. Yet time, that thief, has closed the door on what we were, and are no more.

So I’ll go on, but not forget—With quiet grace and no regret. For once, we danced beneath the sky—And sadly think of love gone by.