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A Beautiful Goodbye

They walked away so beautifully,

like dusk fading into night,

so soft, so seamless—

I never realized they were leaving

until the silence held me tight.

Their laughter lingered like echoes,

a melody still in the air,

and I, too lost in its sweetness,

never saw the absence there.

Not a single door was slammed,

no sharp edges to the end,

just the quiet hush of distance

where I once had called a friend.

Their footprints kissed the earth,

light as whispers in the breeze,

vanishing before I noticed

that time had stolen them from me.

I mistook the parting steps

for a waltz in shifting light,

thought their turning backs

were merely shadows lost in sight.

Even the sun bids farewell gently,

slipping beneath the edge of day,

but I was still basking in warmth

when they had already walked away.

And by the time I turned around,

by the time I traced the space—

they were but a lovely memory,

a shadow time refused to chase.

Whispers in the Crowd

I walk through halls of fleeting words,

laughter lingers, echoes blurred.

Faces turn, they see, they smile,

yet none will pause to stay a while.

Their voices dance around my mind,

soft and warm, yet undefined.

They know my name, they call it true,

but when I leave, I fade from view.

I sit among them, hands held tight,

wrapped in warmth, bathed in light.

Stories flow like rivers wide,

but none run deep to where I hide.

They talk to me, they talk so well,

but never ask the tales I tell.

A fleeting touch, a knowing glance,

yet never more than circumstance.

They ask me how my days have been,

but never what I truly mean.

They hear my words, not what they weave,

they nod, they smile, then softly leave.

At night, when silence holds me near,

I wonder if they knew me here.

Not as the voice that fills the space,

but as a soul, a time, a place.

I am not alone—at least, not quite,

the room is filled with borrowed light.

But even stars that shine so bright,

burn alone throughout the night.

Written in My Words

I have written you so deeply in my words,

Each letter breathes the essence of your world.

Every stroke of ink, a whisper of your name,

Every verse, a flicker of your gentle flame.

The pages ache, carrying your grace,

As if the paper weeps to hold your face.

The rhythm of my heart beats in each line,

Binding you in poems, eternally mine.

Strangers read and tremble in their place,

Begging to witness your celestial embrace.

They yearn to see the muse who moves my pen,

To glimpse the beauty that inspires again and again.

But how can I explain, you are more than sight?

You are the dawn that shatters my night.

A feeling that words only dare to confine,

A melody unplayed, a moment divine.

You, the pulse beneath every phrase,

A living dream wrapped in poetic haze.

And though they beg, they’ll never know,

The depth of you, in my words, aglow.

For my soul has written you in ways so true,

That no eye could capture what my heart drew.

That no eye could capture what my heart drew.

The Weight Of Hello

I’ve whispered goodbye more times than I should,

To faces I loved, to times that felt good.

Each parting left me with pieces to mend,

Teaching me that even the best things can end.

I’ve seen promises fade like stars at dawn,

Felt the ache of holding on too long.

Every goodbye carved lines in my soul,

Turning soft beginnings into fears I can’t control.

So now, when a hello knocks on my door,

I hesitate, trembling, unsure if I want more.

What if this spark becomes a flame,

Only to leave me burned, haunted by the name?

Hello carries the weight of what might be,

A fragile hope, a possibility.

Yet behind it, the shadow of goodbye looms,

A reminder of past loves turned into tombs.

But perhaps, in every goodbye, there’s a clue,

A reason, a lesson, a path to something new.

And though my heart quakes at the thought of hello,

It also whispers, “You’ll never know.”

For what if this hello rewrites my song?

What if it mends what’s been broken too long?

What if, this time, it decides to stay,

To turn all my nights into brighter days?

So here I stand, with my guarded heart,

Afraid of endings, yet willing to start.

Because even if goodbyes have left me low,

I’ll always believe in the beauty of hello.

Conversations In The Dark

Sometimes, I speak to myself at night,

In the stillness, beneath the moon’s faint light.

A quiet dialogue, just me and my soul,

Unfolding truths I’ve yet to console.

We sit together, my shadow and I,

Unraveling questions that make us cry.

The words I bury through the day,

Find their voice when the world’s away.

I ask myself why the pain still stays,

Why the past echoes in endless ways.

Why dreams crumble, why hearts break,

Why love feels like an endless ache.

And in return, my soul confides,

The fears, the hopes, the tears it hides.

It speaks of battles no one can see,

Of scars that linger, refusing to flee.

We cry together, a silent plea,

For all we were and couldn’t be.

For the weight we carry, the burdens we bear,

For the times we broke, and no one cared.

Yet, as the night begins to fade,

A fragile truce between us is made.

We wipe our tears, we mend our heart,

Promising tomorrow a fresh new start.

For in these talks, though bittersweet,

I find a strength that’s hard to beat.

A reminder that even in the dark,

I am my own comforting spark.

Silence Of My Lips

And Her Eyes With Shine

Tell A Million Stories

Some Of Hers, Few Of Mine