ABSENCE

 

Echoes of AbsenceThe Weight of the Day
The day hangs heavy, loose and grey,
When you are away, a shroud descends.
Clouds linger low, unmoving, dull,
Stealing the light from hours that bend
Under the burden of your missing gaze.Rejecting the Past
I don't feel like reminiscing, no—
Nostalgia is not my forte, nor my chain;
I don't spill tears on yesterday's faded years,
Wasting salt on echoes that remain
Locked in shadows, beyond my weary reach.The Faded Summer
Our summer's gone, the golden days are through,
Withered like petals in autumn's cruel breath.
The rosy dreams in which I used to wake with you,
Entwined in dawn's soft, whispered hue,
Now dissolve like mist at morning's death.The Graying Present
Days now have turned gray, muted and stark,
My life has turned black and blue, bruised by the void.
The world spins on, indifferent and dark,
Without your spark to ignite the joy
That once colored every fleeting hour.
Yet I stand firm, in this monochrome tower,
Seeking new light beyond the sorrow's power.