TWILIGHT

It’s 3 a.m., and the cold seeps through my bones,

As I step inside, the silence of the house my only welcome.

I hum a melody, one that you used to sing,

Its notes lingering in the air, a ghostly reminder.

My shoes squelch with every step, soaked from the relentless rain,

A half-smile plays on my lips, but my eyes betray the pain.

While I’m here in this perpetual gray, you bask in summer’s glow,

Your dress a vibrant splash against the backdrop of my sorrow.

Perhaps I should wander into the night, lose myself in the dark,

Or drown my thoughts in whiskey, let the burn erase the mark.

But forgetting you is like trying to hold water in my hands—

It slips through, leaving me with nothing but empty plans.

The freight train’s distant wail pierces the night,

Crickets chirp in the damp grass, a symphony of solitude.

Puddles reflect the moon’s pale light, weeks of rain have left their mark,

Each drop a reminder of the time that’s slipped away.

I hear Alix has returned to the city’s bright lights,

But I find solace in these quiet streets, where memories linger.

The farms and fields stretch out, leading me down dirt roads,

Each turn a path to the past, where your laughter still echoes.

There are words I long to share, stories only you would understand,

But you’ve turned away, your ears deaf to my silent pleas.

So I whisper to the wind, hoping it might carry my voice to you,

But it only brings back the sound of my own loneliness.

It’s a broken record, this song of longing in my mind,

Skipping and repeating, the same refrain over and over.

Each note a stab of regret, each pause a moment of hope,

But the melody never changes, and the record keeps spinning.

So here I am again, the cold clinging to my skin,

Humming your tune, though it brings only pain.

I wait in this limbo, caught between memory and reality,

Wishing I could let go, but knowing I never will.

For you are etched into my soul, a tattoo of longing,

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