What Love Leaves Behind
In the echo of your laughter’s tune,
A shadow lingers, soft as moon.
The trace of touch, a fleeting grace,
Still warms the air, though voids replace.
The scent of you, a fleeting breeze,
Carved in time, yet meant to tease.
A phantom hand, a whispered name,
A glowing ember, love’s soft flame.
What love leaves behind, a fragile thread,
A quilt of memories where hearts have bled.
Moments tangled, joy and pain,
A fragile balance, loss and gain.
In corners where the silence dwells,
Your absence rings like tolling bells.
Yet in the ache, a seed is sown,
A place where courage blooms alone.
For love departs, yet never fades,
It haunts the light, it veils the shades.
In every tear, in every smile,
It lingers, timeless, all the while.
Thank-you for reading.
Much Love and Light,
Brenda Marie
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