
You bloomed in another’s garden of dreams,
While I stood sentinel in silent schemes.
Your smile was my sun on cloudy days,
But your heart wandered down different ways.
All the castles I built from stolen glances,
Now crumble beneath time’s cruel dances.
My name never graced your whispered prayer,
Yet I loved you with a soul laid bare.
I penned you sonnets you’ll never see,
Written in tears of what could never be.
Your laughter haunts these empty halls,
Like autumn leaves before winter falls.
So here I stand, learning to release
The ghost of love that brings no peace.
Farewell, my almost, my sweet refrain,
I’ll love you once more, then break the chain.
The heart must learn to love and let go,
Though passion burns like winter snow.
This chapter ends, the page turns white—
I close the book and say goodnight.