nandini00
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time stands suspended
in the cavernous hollow you left behind
an unfinished breath,
a sentence the world abandoned midway.
death does not sound a trumpet,
it offers no prelude, no warning
it arrives in a hush, almost reverent,
and departs with a deafening aftermath
in the fragile chambers of the heart.
they say life continues,
yet mine lingers
in the fading resonance of your laughter,
waiting for its echo
to resurrect meaning from the quiet.
how does one reconcile with a world
that no longer carries your presence?
how does one advance
when each step forward
feels like a silent act of betrayal?
I remain reaching backwards
into warmth that still remembers,
into sacred fragments of time
that defy the language of absence.
your voice once bore certainty,
a tender, unwavering assurance
that everything would be alright.
now I search for it
within the vast, unyielding silence
and silence, austere and infinite, answers.
why did the light depart
with the one who carried it so effortlessly?
why does the earth persist in its turning
when everything within me
has fallen into stillness?
I do not know how to say goodbye.
no one teaches the solemn art
of loosening one’s grasp
on a love that feels like home incarnate.
so I refuse.
I will carry you
in the quiet ache that lingers unspoken,
in the enduring persistence of memory,
in the way love defies
the finality of endings.
"Those we love do not disappear;
they walk beside us, unseen,
woven into the very fabric of our becoming."
and perhaps, someday
not now
this unbearable weight will soften,
gentle enough
to grant breath its return
without the sting of surrender.
until then,
remain here
in every hushed corner
where silence fractures,
and somehow,
still resembles you.
in the cavernous hollow you left behind
an unfinished breath,
a sentence the world abandoned midway.
death does not sound a trumpet,
it offers no prelude, no warning
it arrives in a hush, almost reverent,
and departs with a deafening aftermath
in the fragile chambers of the heart.
they say life continues,
yet mine lingers
in the fading resonance of your laughter,
waiting for its echo
to resurrect meaning from the quiet.
how does one reconcile with a world
that no longer carries your presence?
how does one advance
when each step forward
feels like a silent act of betrayal?
I remain reaching backwards
into warmth that still remembers,
into sacred fragments of time
that defy the language of absence.
your voice once bore certainty,
a tender, unwavering assurance
that everything would be alright.
now I search for it
within the vast, unyielding silence
and silence, austere and infinite, answers.
why did the light depart
with the one who carried it so effortlessly?
why does the earth persist in its turning
when everything within me
has fallen into stillness?
I do not know how to say goodbye.
no one teaches the solemn art
of loosening one’s grasp
on a love that feels like home incarnate.
so I refuse.
I will carry you
in the quiet ache that lingers unspoken,
in the enduring persistence of memory,
in the way love defies
the finality of endings.
"Those we love do not disappear;
they walk beside us, unseen,
woven into the very fabric of our becoming."
and perhaps, someday
not now
this unbearable weight will soften,
gentle enough
to grant breath its return
without the sting of surrender.
until then,
remain here
in every hushed corner
where silence fractures,
and somehow,
still resembles you.
