Love has gone

Love has gone, a thief in the night,

Leaving whispers, a fading light.

Empty echoes where laughter played,

A melody lost, a song unmade.

The hand that once held mine so tight,

Now lies vacant, bathed in cold white.

Silence hangs heavy, a suffocating weight,

A spectral guest at love's desolate gate.

The room we shared, once a warm embrace,

Holds only ghosts of a love-filled space.

Photos on walls, a mocking grin,

Of smiles that bloomed, where shadows now begin.

Laughter's echo, a distant chime,

Lost in the caverns of passing time.

Conversations, vibrant and bright,

Now just whispers swallowed by the night.

Words unspoken, a heavy chain,

Draped around a heart etched with pain.

Regret lingers, a bitter sting,

Of chances missed, a love unstrung.

Empty chair at the table's head,

Where dreams were shared, and futures were spread.

The scent of perfume, a haunting trace,

A final kiss on a love-worn face.

Familiar places, once filled with glee,

Now wear a shroud of misery.

Songs that fueled our love's sweet fire,

Now ignite a burning, agonizing pyre.

The garden sleeps, beneath a veil of gray,

The flowers withered, where passion used to play.

Thorns prick memories, sharp and keen,

A constant reminder of what has been.

Guilt's cold hand, a constant ache,

Whispers of blame, a heart to break.

Did careless words, like poisoned darts,

Pierce the fragile fabric of our hearts?

The path we walked, hand in hand,

Now splinters beneath the shifting sand.

Footprints fade, swallowed by the breeze,

A testament to love's obsolescence.

Hope, a flicker, struggles to ignite,

But darkness reigns, extinguishing its light.

Can love, once lost, ever find its way,

Or are we destined to wander astray?

The future stretches, a vast unknown,

A path to walk, forever alone.

The melody of "us" now incomplete,

A bittersweet symphony, hauntingly sweet.

Love has gone, a vacant room,

A hollow echo in the fading bloom.

We carry scars, etched on our soul,

A story of love, that lost its hold.