Hollow Spaces
I trace the gentle curves,
etched in delicate shells,
soft spirals and fading coils—
windows that hold a quiet storm.
A glance—
I feel your tender gaze,
quiet, reaching—
small bones of the sea,
whose sighs return to me,
whispers in curved corridors.
Who walks the hollow spaces
and fills them—
who else,
but you.
Mourning Clouds
Mourning clouds linger,
Shadows drifts above the quiet earth,
Red leaves fall like burning flames,
Echoes of forgotten dreams,
Night swallows dawn.
In silence, we are all the same,
Carried by time's unspoken song.
Boundless as the winds that roam.
Lost in moments, we belong—
Whispers in the endless dark,
Stirring, yearning to be known.
To my lover from a long time past
Though you dance through my thoughts every single day,
it is more than longing that lingers in your wake,
more than the love that still carries your name.
You are the shadow cast by memories too vivid to fade,
a whisper in the stillness of every unguarded moment.
A wound, deep and voiceless,
stirs in the silent night whenever you slip into my soul.
The rhythm you once awakened in my heart,
a symphony of life and fire, has dimmed
into a faint, shadowed resonance,
an endless murmur that clings to the edges of my being,
refusing release, refusing peace.
I have found solace and warmth among my own,
where love has woven itself into new forms—
soft as winds caressing a once-scorched landscape,
gentle, yet never quite whole.
But no one has climbed the soaring heights
where you once hovered, radiant, for me.
I have shared words, feelings, and fleeting moments with others,
yet none have breached the cathedral of my depths,
where your name remains carved in stone, unyielding, unforgotten.
There, in the shadows where light barely dares to reach,
the memories of you burn—steady and unrelenting,
like a flame that defies the darkness,
a guardian of what once was and will never be again.
I wander the boundless landscape of doubt,
haunted by a single, unrelenting question:
What words would rise to the surface if I saw you again?
Would I run to you,
embrace you as a lost soul finding its long-awaited home?
Would I lose myself in your arms,
craving the solace of what was once so familiar?
Or would I turn away,
pleading with time to erase your traces,
to smooth the jagged edges of your memory,
as the wind sweeps over the sand, erasing footprints
that once carried the weight of a shared path?
Even now, as the thought of you stirs,
I am torn between the gravity of your absence
and the fragile peace I have stitched together in your wake.
You are both the ache I cannot relinquish
and the dream I no longer dare to reach for.
A fragment of my heart remains yours,
locked away where no one else can touch it,
echoing, eternal,
as though time itself bows to your name