Wrinkled hands trace a memory's line,
Eyes reflect a love long entwined.
Silver whispers fill the quiet room,
A lifetime shared, defying the tomb.
Frail steps dance a tender ballet,
Two souls as one, come what may.
Laughter echoes, soft and sweet,
Hearts beat as one, a timeless meet.
Hearts heavy, a love incomplete,
Time takes its toll, a bitter defeat.
Laughter dies in the echoing room,
A lifetime lost, engulfed in gloom.
Ballet untaken, steps never danced,
Two souls adrift, forever chanced.
Memories fade, a love resigned,
Empty eyes search, forever to find.
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Rebecca Lynn Ivey
I wield words to weave tales across genres, but my heart belongs to the shadows.
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