alone

as he grapples with the void left by her departure, he discovers echoes of her essence woven into the fabric of his solitude.

he notices her smile materialising in drifting clouds, her eyes reflected in the twinkling stars, and the soft glow of the moon evokes memories of her skin.

contemplating whether her memory now weighs heavily upon his consciousness because he painted the perfect portrait for someone so unworthy or because he once dwelled in this desolate space before her arrival.

these questions flutter like delicate butterflies, landing softly on the petals of his introspection as he navigates the complexities of her absence and the process of unraveling the remnants of her presence.