#2

In the quiet of the evening's hush, Two souls met, like whispers in a rush, Bound by threads unseen, so fine, Two hearts, a love that seemed divine. Yet in the light of day’s reveal, One carried wounds that would not heal, Struggles deep, a silent fight, A shadow cast on love’s pure light. The other, tender, worn and scarred, Found old fears that hit too hard, In every glance, a ghost would rise, From the depths of wounded eyes. Their love, though strong, began to fray, As triggers pulled them both away, Each touch a question, each word a strain, As love turned into tangled pain. They fought for what they wished to be, But some love stories aren’t meant to see, A happy end, a future bright, For darkness chased away the light. So they let go, with aching hearts, Two soulmates bound to part, Not for lack of love or care, But for battles too heavy to bear. And in the silence that followed soon, They each became a lonesome tune, Remembering the love that once burned bright, Now a memory in the quiet night.