In shadows thick where whispered dreams decay,
I’ve found a bed of silence in despair,
The remnants of a love that once was bright,
Now bruised beneath the weight of midnight’s breath.

A deer lies cold beside the lonely road,
Its beauty marred by time’s relentless hand,
And here I lay among the lifeless bones,
Consuming grief as if it were my own.

The aching pulse of sorrow pricks my skin,
An itch unbidden begging to be scratched.
Each scarlet thread unwinds with every thought— A tapestry of moments stained with loss.

The man I loved rests buried in my mind,...