lost love

In the dim light of a half-empty bar,
Where shadows cling like remnants of a flame,
I sip the bitter taste of ajar,
A love once sweet, now just a whispered name.

The jukebox plays a tune we used to know,
Its melody a ghost that haunts the room.
Each note, a memory's ebb and flow,
A dance of joy that's slipped into gloom.

Your laughter, once a beacon in the night,
Now echoes in the hollow of my chest.
The spark that set my soul alight,
Extinguished, leaving only vague unrest.

Yet in this twilight realm of neon signs,
Where lovers' vows are traded for cheap wines,
I find a solace in the stark contrast,
Of love that's lost and moments that won't last.

The city breathes, its rhythm beats with mine,
A syncopated pulse of life's design.
And though our song has faded with the stars,
I carry you, in lyrics and in scars.

The scent of rain on concrete stirs the air,
A petrichor that whispers of the past.
Our story, etched in water, faint and fair,
A love too delicate to ever last.

In every drop, a universe of might,
Where galaxies of memories collide.
Your eyes, the brightest constellations' light,
Now distant worlds I travel in my mind.

The touch of silk, your skin against my own,
A memory that lingers like a sigh.
In solitude, I wander all alone,
A specter of the love that said goodbye.

With every heartbeat, echoes of your name,
A cadence in the symphony of time.
Our love, a burning candle's fleeting flame,
Now smoke that rises, leaving but a rhyme.