The world dimmed the day you left, a slow, creeping gray,
The sun, once warm, a stranger now, casting shadows all the way.
Your secrets, a tangled web, ensnared me in its hold,
A promise whispered, sweet and bright, then vanished, leaving me cold.

Tentative steps on shaky ground, unsure of what to find,
Lost in your absence, a gaping hole left behind.
A phantom touch, a memory's ghost, a lingering embrace,
Yearning for something real, a haven, a familiar space.

"Fight on," a haunting echo whispers, in the silence of the night,
But who's the enemy I face, in this lonely, lonely fight?
A love turned to ashes, a promise turned to dust,
Just the weight of what's not here, a crushing, silent gust.

The fighter within me slumbers, buried under layers of pain,
Secrets whispered in the dark, a never-ending rain.
Memories a battlefield, littered with broken vows,
Pushing through the shadows, with tear-stained, trembling brows.

Your ghost lingers in the air, a cruel, unsettling chill,
The mirror reflects a stranger, lost, adrift, standing still.
Dreams turn vivid, a gasp escapes my lips in the night,
This emptiness, a chilling truth, bathed in pale moonlight.

No fight to be fought, just the quiet sting of despair,
Seeing the vast emptiness, a burden hard to bear.
Fractured by the silence, a hollow echo remains,
Scars whisper of what we had, a love etched in burning veins.

Self-love, a distant echo, lost in the lonely night,
Facing the endless dawn, with only a flickering light.
But wait, a spark ignites within, a flicker in the gloom,
A tiny ember, refusing to be consumed.

This pain, a teacher harsh, whispers secrets in my ear,
It pushes me to rise again, to face my greatest fear.
The path is long and winding, but I'll take it step by step,
With every tear that falls, a stronger heart I'll keep.

The world may seem so dark now, but the sun will rise again,
And in its golden light, I'll find a way to mend.
This love, a lesson learned, a scar upon my soul,
But it won't define my future, it won't make me lose control.

For within this broken shell, a warrior waits to rise,
With newfound strength and purpose, I'll meet the morning skies.
Self-love, a gentle whisper, a promise I now make,
To heal, to grow, to blossom, for my own precious sake.

The road ahead is uncertain, but I'll walk it with my head held high,
The ghost of you may linger, but it won't break me, I won't cry.
This is my story, my journey, a love that couldn't last,
But from the ashes, I will rise, stronger, braver, built to last.
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