Let’s write this story incomplete but true,
A tale of longing, of memories I pursue.
I hold them close, for they’re all I possess,
Yet your hand eludes mine, a bittersweet distress.
Your smile, a beacon that lingers on my lips,
Though unseen, its warmth my heart still grips.
In the bright sunny clouds, I’ll seek your trace,
Or in the stillness of the night, a tranquil embrace.
Should tears cascade, let them freely flow,
For they carry the love we used to know.
In frames and nature’s canvas, I’ll find your grace,
A reminder of beauty, in every time and space.
Should I hold on tight or choose to let go,
Move forward, embrace a new ebb and flow?
Or should I venture to you, make our bond strong,
As you promised, when our hearts belonged?
But now I stand alone on the precipice’s edge,
Conversing with myself, like a maniac on a ledge.
If only you were here to answer these pleas,
To guide my heart amidst its desperate unease.
Alas, in this solitude, I must find my way,
Carry your essence in my thoughts each day.
Though incomplete, this story I shall write,
With the fragments of love, both dark and light.