LOVE and LOST

The Storm

-Arguments

We were fire until we burned,

love turned sharp where once it yearned.

Now every word becomes a fight,

two shadows standing face to face at night.

Silence stretches, cold and thin,

heavy with all we hold within.

The space between us keeps growing wide

two strangers with old love trapped inside.

We speak, but nothing’s really said.

Promises wilt, tenderness is dead.

And somewhere beneath all the hurt

we defend, we both feel it

the quiet beginning

of the end.

-Distance

We still sit close, but miles remain,

a quiet room made thick with pain.

Your shoulder brushes against my own,

yet somehow I have never felt so alone.

Your hand still reaches, now and then,

but it does not feel the way it did back then.

There’s no warmth that lingers,

no spark in the touch

just the ghost of a feeling

that once meant so much.

We speak in passing, brief and thin,

careful not to touch what aches within.

Conversations that once poured

easy and deep

now feel like promises neither of us can keep.

The laughter that lived here

has quieted down,

replaced by long silences heavy and brown

like autumn leaves falling one by one,

marking the slow death

of what we had begun.

I miss who we were in the simplest ways

the softness between us,

the bright, easy days.

The way your eyes used to search for mine,

as if loving me was the easiest thing in time.

Now your gaze drifts somewhere

I cannot follow,

full of distance, tired, and hollow.

And I wonder if you mourn this too

or if I am the only one still reaching for you.

There is heartbreak

in losing someone you love,

but a deeper sorrow few speak of

losing them slowly while they’re still there,

watching affection thin into empty air.

No slammed doors, no final fight,

just love dimming little by little each night.

Two hearts sharing the same small space,

while becoming strangers face to face.

And maybe this is how endings begin

not with betrayal or some great sin,

but with distance growing quietly, day by day,

until one morning, love has simply slipped away.

-Realization

I loved you past the edge of peace,

where wanting never seemed to cease

so deep it ached, so fierce it burned,

a tide that pulled with every turn.

To love you was both wound and light,

a beautiful ache, day and night

for some hearts hold a love so true,

it hurts simply because it’s you.