I am trapped in a maze where neither the north nor the south offer an exit. The only encounters are the memories, shadows of myself bleeding with tears as you keep walking away. The pleas that once made beneath the house tree echo in every corner of my room — a room I have not left for quite some time, the room where we once curled up under a blanket as heavy rain poured, the room you said had the coziest bed and the warmest company. The room of it all.
We were entwined in a sweet dance of hope and longing.
Time stands still in this place where the weight of unspoken words and shattered dreams burdens my soul, and I wander with regrets boldly etched into the walls of every corridor I cross. It feels like forever is not enough to search for a way back to those dreamy nights when I had all, and then most of you.
We used to whisper each other’s good night.
The memory of that night lingers like a bittersweet ache, reminding me of what might have been. And as the wind whispers through my pillow, it carries with it the ghosts of glimpses of your face, the stolen moments we planned, the tender touches that were meant to last a lifetime.
We were the only thing that made sense.
My world is now melancholy, leaving in my wake only a portrait of what has been lost, a reflection of the love that was. How cruel fate chose to sever the fragile thread that bound our hearts, leaving us adrift like ships lost in an endless sea. We remain forever apart. The night we once shared can never be truly met again, as I once had some, and now none of you.
