The sunset we painted with vibrant hues gradually dims and vanishes into the night, consumed by the darkness. Your laughter was a sweet symphony. It once graced the air, and I inhaled to enrich my life. But now, silence reigns amidst sorrowful desolation, turning it into a burden of unbearable agony.
Within the expansive realm of memory, the blades of grass disintegrated one by one, expressing a deep, sombre longing. I lie awake at the edge of the bed, surrounded by deepening silence. Our memories are delicately caressed by the urge of passion, ready to be refined. The final breath turns into a soft goodbye as the departing soul ascends to heaven like a bird flies into the sky.
Your hand, once warm in mine, is now cold. Stories are written but left untold. You depart, guided by a ray of light, leaving behind an unfillable emptiness — a void that the moon silently observes as it gathers my tears. Lying alone in the bed we used to share, the pain of your absence is a heavy shroud. Amidst quiet grief, my heart cries out loud. Yet, within the vast realm of existence, your essence lingers on as an emblem of everlasting love. The stars illuminate the sky, guiding my heart to navigate the expanse of your affection.
She remains present despite her physical absence. The gentle morning breeze is a humble testament to her love, easing the weight of my yearning.
The death of a lover — dreadful incarceration.
But true love endures, in the echo of pain.
