Faded Light
A crack split the mirror where trust was told.
Her eyes, a maze of stories half-declared,
Left me wondering if she ever cared.
The room would hush, yet thunder filled my chest,
A cyclone of “why,” robbing me of rest.
How could the vows, once sacred and pure,
Turn to echoes I could not endure?
I stood there, holding shards of what was mine,
A love betrayed, no longer divine.
Her footsteps echoed, fading into night,
While I clung to fragments of fading light.
Yet with each fracture, strength was born,
From fields of grief, resilience torn.
I wondered, aching, if I deserved more—
The answer clear: a wide-open door.
For love is not a cage, nor pain a chain,
It's a bond that lifts, not leaves a stain.
And though I forgive, I choose to part,
Guarding the pieces of my mending heart.
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