She’s gone, not coming back. Move on, brother, move on, they say, But surety of another? A cliché. It happens to everyone, they drone, But age’s wisdom leaves me alone.
How can I move on? Where’s the ‘me’? Lost the moment love claimed victory. No place to move, no one to be moved, Nothing but longing, a soul unsoothed.
A longing that lingers, a void profound No me, no place, no solid ground. Only the echo of what used to be, A haunting silence, an endless plea.
