Thursday, 29 August 2024

Where?

Where are you, my love, where are you?  

In the warm embrace of your memory,  

I've waited endlessly—where are you?


When I open my eyes, it's your face I seek,  

In every breeze that whispers by my window,  

Your presence lingered like the scent of jasmine in the night.  

But now, without your gaze to meet mine,  

Days stretch on, shadows deepen,  

Have you slipped away, leaving my heart to wither?  

Where did you go—where?


My heart beats only to echo your name,  

I carry you in every breath I take,  

Thoughts of you bloom like wildflowers in my mind,  

I nurture them, hoping they'll guide you back to me.  

But still, the distance you've carved—where is it?


I wandered like a hunter in a forest of dreams,  

Each step heavy with the hope you'd call out,  

Believing every path, every turn, would lead to you,  

But somewhere along the way, you vanished—where?


You've stolen not just my soul,  

But the very essence of my being,  

Now this world, once vibrant with your presence,  

Feels hollow, like a song without a melody.  

Just like your love,  

It overwhelms me,  

Have you hidden yourself away, taking the light with you—where?


Oh, love that once filled my every thought,  

Now a void, echoing with your absence,  

Where are you, my love, where have you gone?  

In every corner of my mind, in every beat of my heart,  

You dwell, but your form eludes me.  

I search the skies, the stars, the winds,  

Yet you remain a shadow, a whisper on the breeze,  

Where are you, my love, where are you?


In the silence of the night, I call out to you,  

Hoping my voice might reach wherever you are,  

But all I hear is the echo of my longing,  

Reverberating through the empty spaces you've left behind.  

Where have you hidden, my love, where?  

Come back to me, fill the void,  

Let your love once again be the light in my darkness,  

For without you, I am lost,  

Forever searching, forever asking—where are you?

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