Ashes and Flames

Soft whispers in the silence,

Echoes of what was lost.

I have read every word that you left me,

Every line filled with pain.

I see who I was in the wreckage,

And I know what remains—

Only ashes and shame.

Do you know what they whisper at night,

When they speak of my name?

They say, “He built his own ruin,

Now he stands in the flames.”

You were the light in my shadowed life,

The breath in a story unfinished.

I held you close, then let you slip—

Now I am drowning,

In a sea of sorrow,

Lost in the echoes of yesterday's dreams.

I reach through the pages again,

Searching for some kind of mercy—

A chance, a word,

A way to return.

But I watch as you fade,

And all I have left is the fire.

What is left when the morning breaks?

Just shadows of what remains.

You were the light in my shadowed life,

The breath in a story unfinished.

I held you close, then let you slip—

Now I am drowning,

In a sea of sorrow,

Lost in the echoes of yesterday's dreams.

Oh, how the flames dance in the night,

A haunting waltz of regrets.

Each flicker reminds me of the fight,

Of the words I cannot forget.

Now I stand in the ashes,

A silhouette of my pain.

With every breath, I'm reaching out,

But I know you won’t return again.