Friday, September 27, 2024

Echoes of Eyes

He said, "I'm here for you,"  

His voice warm and sure.  

But now, though he’s near,  

He feels so far away,  

Like a whisper lost in the wind.  


Once, his presence filled the room,  

A comfort she could hold.  

Now, it’s a shadow,  

A memory fading in the dark.  


She reaches for him,  

But grasps only emptiness,  

Feeling his absence  

More than his touch.  


He’s there, but not really,  

A ghost of the man he used to be.  

And she stands alone,  

In the space he left behind.  

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