In the silent corners of my heart,
Where echoes of love once danced,
There now rests an empty space,
A hollow, a void where shadows play.

Love moved out long ago,
Taking with it fragments of my soul,
Leaving me a wanderer,
Searching through countless lifetimes.

I’ve gathered pieces,
Scraps of my own scattered spirit,
Mended them with time’s weary hands,
Yet some remain lost, drifting in the void.

I stand in a quiet realm,
Where love’s whispers are but distant echoes,
Not desiring the tangled mess it brings,
Nor the chaos that follows in its wake.
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