Poem -

Her empty shell

Her empty shell

At dawn, your day begins, mind heavy with ache,
Her kind words echo on, a haunting keepsake,

But now she's moved on, no longer needing you,

She wakes up, puts on a mask, takes her time anew.

 

No rush, no urgency, no need for your embrace,

In her eyes, a void, love lost without a trace,

Tears fall, but not for you, no warmth resides there,

A love meant to endure, now shattered beyond repair.

 

You crave her, you yearn, yet doubt clouds your mind,

Her declaration of love, you struggle to find,

She claims it's dead, a sentiment you can't believe,

You feel indispensable, a notion hard to leave.

 

Still, in her eyes, there's nothing but emptiness,

No love lingers, hidden within her distress,

Tears shed for no one, a love that should have thrived,

But instead, it withered, wilted, barely survived.

 

You stay behind, confined within these walls,

While she ventures out, her past, she recalls,

She speaks of someone lost, a memory from the past,

But he's gone now, forgotten, a chapter closed at last.

 

Again, your day breaks, your weary mind takes its toll,

Her words replay, haunting whispers that console,

You won't forget her, though she's moved on her way,

In her eyes, love's absence, a truth you can't betray.

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Lorna

Hi Greg, 
hope you are well, I really enjoyed this :) x

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