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Heart of Stone

He built his dreams with fire and steel,   Through sweat and pain, through grit and will.   His path was carved with silent nights,   A war he waged beyond the sights.   But love, so sweet, so soft, so near,   Whispered dreams into his ear.   A choice was placed upon his chest—   His passion’s flame, or love’s request.   He turned away from burning light,   Held her close, embraced the night.   Yet soon he found, to his dismay,   Both love and purpose slipped away.   For goals demand a heart of stone,   And love still longs to call its own.   To chase one means to lose the fight,   To hold both tight is rarest might.   So walk the road with eyes aware,   Choose with wisdom, choose with care.   For once you drop what makes you whole,   You lose the fire—and lose your soul.
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Left To Fade

You ask if I miss you, but I pause,  
Not because I don’t feel—  
But because I don’t know if “miss” is the right word.  

You were a song I played on repeat,  
Melodies woven into my bones,  
Lyrics whispered in my sleep.  

But time, relentless and unkind,  
Turned the volume down to silence,  
Until I forgot to press play.  

Still, some nights, without warning,  
Your tune drifts through the air,  
And I remember every note, every line, every ache.  

But do I press replay? No…  
Some echoes are best left to fade.  
Yet when your song plays on its own,  
I let it run, all the way to the end.

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