Poem bit

In the depths of my longing, you never arrived,
As I yearned to be united, side by side.

My ink, once vibrant, now lies dry and still,

No longer fueled by emotions' potent thrill.

With your passing, a void consumed my soul,

The muse that inspired me, no longer whole.

What once stirred my being, now a shallow vase,

Empty and devoid, leaving no trace.

I planted a seed where dreams took flight,

Ascending to the heavens, soaring in the night.

Like molecules trapped within a cloud's embrace,

Preparing to break free, to touch the earthly space.

Yes, my ink may have dried, but my tears persist,

A testament to love's enduring twist.

They flow ceaselessly, a river that won't tire,

For the loss of a mother is eternal mire