#WritcoPoemPrompt121

Your notes,
Are the only things I have,
The words are like melodies that float(s),
But the letters sometimes misbehave.

In the quiet corners of my mind,
Your whispers linger, soft and kind.
Each line a thread in a tapestry spun,
Binding my heart, though we’re far from done.

The ink spills stories of dreams unshared,
Of hopes entwined, and moments dared.
In every curve of your careful hand,
I find a solace, a promise, a plan.

Yet shadows creep where silence dwells,
In empty spaces where longing swells.
A symphony of thoughts, both sweet and sore,
In the spaces between, I crave you more.

Your laughter dances through the air,
A haunting echo that’s always there....