Shigoli

In shadows cast by love's demise, Shigoli wept alone,

A tale of heartache, a bittersweet monochrome.

Through echoes of farewell, a puzzling refrain,

She found, in introspection, my presence caused her pain.

In the mirror of retrospection, a revelation unclear,

I, the silent culprit, whispered in her ear.

Unseen, unheard, I lingered in the void,

A specter of discontent, emotions left destroyed.

Her heart sought solace in the aftermath,

Yet, the haunting specter, the lingering aftermath.

With each tear that fell, a mirror reflected true,

Shigoli discovered, 'twas I, the issue in the rue.

In the symphony of parting, a discord I played,

A dissonant note that lingered, emotions swayed.

No healing breeze could soothe the wounds,

For I, the unsaid trouble, lingered in the ruins.

Oh, Shigoli, in the labyrinth of love gone awry,

I, the elusive woe, concealed by a lover's sigh.

In the quest for closure, she unraveled the plot,

The issue wasn't love's end, but the ghost she sought.

Through the corridors of self-discovery, she tread,

Realizing the heart's burden, the weight left unsaid.

In the wake of farewell, a lesson she gleaned,

That sometimes, the issue is more than it seemed.

As Shigoli embraced the truth within her soul,

A metamorphosis ensued, making her heart whole.

The specter vanished, leaving room for new light,

In the healing dawn, she found strength to take flight.