When Deprived of Your Love
Who do I become, when your shadow fades?
Not a man, but a map with the roads erased—
A shell with echoes where heartbeats once played,
A dusk without promise, the sun’s warmth betrayed.
I become the silence between the stars,
Wandering empty, bearing invisible scars.
Each breath a question, unanswered, unheard—
The world still turns, but it spins out of word.
My laughter dims into distant rain,
Memories bloom, but they taste like pain.
I am not whole—I am the absence of light,
A clock that ticks only deep in the night.
The mirror denies me; I’m ghost in the glass,
A soul made of stillness that no prayers pass.
Without your compass, I falter and roam,
No place is shelter, no house is home.
But even as I unravel, piece by piece,
I cradle the ruins, refuse the release.
For to be broken by love is to still have known
A fire so bright, it burned to the bone.
And maybe, just maybe, the ashes remain—
A whisper of hope in the hollow of pain.
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