In my Loneliness, I Dreamt of You
In the stillness of the night, where shadows whisper,
I dreamt of you, your face etched into my mind like a ghost,
A flicker of hope in the vast emptiness,
A presence that once warmed my heart but now haunts it.
Even in my restlessness, your smile lingers—
A distant light that still comforts me,
Though your absence claws at my soul,
Tearing me apart, piece by delicate piece.
Without you, I’m adrift in a sea of sorrow,
Where the waves of longing crash against the shores of despair.
I run to the corner of my solitude,
Where no one sees the tear that falls,
The tear that carries the weight of every memory,
Of every moment we shared.
But I wipe it away, rebuild the walls around my heart,
Summoning the strength I thought I lost,
To face yet another world, empty and cold,
A world without you in it.
You chose to move on.
You chose to let go of what we were,
To walk away from everything we built.
You didn’t fight—
You didn’t even try to keep us alive.
Why did you betray me,
When I opened the deepest parts of myself to you?
I gave you my heart, wrapped in trust and vulnerability,
I gave you love, unbounded, unconditional,
A love that knew no limits, that saw no end.
But you chose your family, your pride, your name,
Decided that I would bring you shame,
As if our love was a stain upon your honor.
How could I not see the storm brewing within you?
How could I have failed to hold onto you?
Every laugh we shared, every secret whispered into the night,
Every memory we carved into time—
Were those not enough for you?
Was the weight of the world too heavy,
Or was my love not enough to make you stay?
Now, I am a shadow of who I once was,
Lost in a maze of unanswered questions,
Uncontrollable, unfathomable,
Tossed by the relentless tides of doubt.
I wander through the ruins of what we were,
Searching for a trace of where I went wrong,
A reason for the silence that followed your departure.
Was it my fault?
Did I love too fiercely, too freely, too recklessly?
Or did you simply choose a path where I could not follow?
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Merin
Loved the play of words!