Cut Off

In the silent hours of a restless night, Where memories linger, casting shadows bright, We walk the halls of our shared past, Where love once thrived, but didn't last. The ache inside, a constant friend, Laughter's echo lost, around the bend. Yearning to hold what slipped away, Though we know it's gone, day by day. Trying to bridge the gap that's grown, But boundaries rise, like walls of stone. Respecting the space they've found, Even as our hearts remain spellbound. Wishing for someone who truly sees, Through all the doubt and uncertainties. To whisper softly, "I won't let go," In a world where love's tides ebb and flow. Yet in this journey, we endure, Through trials that test, and hearts unsure. For love, though elusive, still resides, In the hope that one day, it coincides. So let's honor the marks we bear, Reminders of the love we share. And though the road may twist and bend, Love's gentle whispers will never end.