Silhouettes flicker across the rain-streaked glass,
Shadows dancing in the dim, unyielding night,
As turmoil gathers deep within my chest,
A storm of unspoken words, out of sight.
Each murmur from the wind echoes your essence,
Whispers of laughter long faded away,
Yet you're absent from my skin, my very presence,
Leaving hollow spaces where warmth used to stay.
Years have layered over these ancient wounds,
Like dust upon forgotten shelves in the gloom,
But the hues of pain seep out anew, unbound,
Bleeding colors into the quiet of the room.
Amid the hush of these empty, echoing rooms,
Where memories cling to the walls like frost,
Your spectral sigh breaks through the tombs
Of silence, a ghost I cannot accost.
And I'm tumbling, tumbling low into the abyss,
Into recollections that refuse to fade,
Every pulse a sharp echo's throe, remiss,
Of the vows we once assured in the shade.
As ripples spread wide in the downpour's embrace,
Your tone still summons me near, soft and clear,
Through this unrelenting sorrow's fierce chase,
I remain forever ensnared in your sphere.
The rumble of thunder shares my deep regret,
A growl that mirrors the ache in my soul,
The flash of lightning beholds my grief, unmet,
Illuminating scars that time cannot console.
As ripples in the downpour carve their path,
You shadow every breath I heave, so heavy,
A weight that lingers in the aftermath,
Binding me to what was, eternally levy.
Silhouettes flicker across the glass once more,
As turmoil gathers deep within, unchecked,
Each murmur echoes your essence, a lore
Of days when our worlds were perfectly sect.
Yet you're absent from my skin, a cruel divide,
A void that no touch or time can repair,
Years have layered over wounds, side by side,
But the hues seep out anew, raw and bare.
Amid the hush of these rooms, so still and vast,
Your spectral sigh breaks through like a plea,
A haunting melody from echoes of the past,
Pulling me under, where I long to be.
And I'm tumbling, tumbling low through the night,
Into recollections that endure like stone,
Every pulse is an echo's throe, alight
With the vows we once assured, now overthrown.
As ripples in the downpour twist and turn,
Your tone still summons me near, a siren's call,
Through this unrelenting sorrow, I burn,
I remain forever ensnared in your thrall.
The rumble shares my regret, thunderous and deep,
The flash beholds my grief in stark, white light,
As ripples in the downpour secrets keep,
You shadow every breath I heave in flight.
Should I rewind the clock's cruel, merciless spin,
Back to the moments we shared in the glow?
Would you still turn and depart with a grin,
Leaving me shattered in the undertow?
These gashes will never mend within my core,
Torn open by the winds of what we lost,
Yet my heart holds you apart, evermore,
A treasure buried at an infinite cost.
In visions you linger so pure, like a dream,
Flawed and illusory, yet achingly true,
A phantom lover in the moon's silver beam,
Drawing me back to the heart of you.
As ripples in the downpour etch their design,
I'll eternally pine for your absent grace,
Chasing shadows in this endless decline,
Lost in the echo of your embrace.
Nights stretch endless, wrapped in your faded scent,
The rain a veil that blurs the line between,
What was real and what my mind has bent,
A tapestry woven from joy turned to spleen.
Fingers trace patterns on the fogged windowpane,
Hoping to summon your form from the gray,
But only tears mingle with the falling rain,
Washing away another unheeded pray.
As ripples in the downpour swell and subside,
Your tone still summons me near, unrelenting,
Through this unrelenting sorrow, I confide,
I remain forever ensnared, repenting.
The rumble shares my regret, a symphony wild,
The flash beholds my grief in electric fire,
As ripples in the downpour, undefiled,
You shadow every breath I heave, desire.
In the quiet aftermath, when storms have passed,
I search the silence for a sign of you,
But only echoes linger, vast and vast,
A love that time could never undo.
As ripples in the downpour fade to a hush,
You shadow every breath I heave, my curse,
Bound in this cycle, a perpetual rush,
Of longing that only grows, ever worse.
As ripples in the downpour, endless and deep,
You shadow every breath I heave, complete.
PrinceShawn
