Forgive me for loving you so fiercely,
for binding myself to the image of you
that once danced in my dreams.
But know this:
you can wager on the stars,
bet on the turning of the heavens –
this heart will not open its door again.
No, not for you.
I feel its rage resonate with mine,
a shared tempest beneath my skin,
where the calm was never meant to stay.
Loss settled in my bones,
a weight I carried with each breath,
each step a reminder
of the spaces you no longer filled,
each day a struggle
to find meaning in the void.
In the gaze of your eyes,
I see ancient memories,
Whispers of forgotten days,
Laughter carried by the wind.