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The Silence of Loss

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Without the learned verses of love, without even a shared tongue to articulate its nuances, we navigated the dawn and dusk. Our laughter, once a playful tide, imperceptibly deepened into currents that carried the weight of tears and the sting of unspoken wounds. You etched words of rain, a balm on your dry skin, a subtle absolution for the shadows you whispered into the night. You mistook fleeting feelings – sympathy's gentle touch, apathy's cold indifference – for the vibrant verbs of poetry, and in that pursuit, your hands forgot the familiar comfort of mine. Together, we brushed aside the remnants of the past with our feet in the receding waves, murmuring forgotten verses, unknowingly preserving a love that was slipping away. You learned the art of restraint, clipping words, creating a chasm of silence between us, and I was left with nothing but ephemeral sketches drawn on water. Now, I immerse myself in an ocean of metaphors, the only space where your silent echoes still hold a fragile meaning for me.
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ＥＲＯＳ said:
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Without the learned verses of love, without even a shared tongue to articulate its nuances, we navigated the dawn and dusk. Our laughter, once a playful tide, imperceptibly deepened into currents that carried the weight of tears and the sting of unspoken wounds. You etched words of rain, a balm on your dry skin, a subtle absolution for the shadows you whispered into the night. You mistook fleeting feelings – sympathy's gentle touch, apathy's cold indifference – for the vibrant verbs of poetry, and in that pursuit, your hands forgot the familiar comfort of mine. Together, we brushed aside the remnants of the past with our feet in the receding waves, murmuring forgotten verses, unknowingly preserving a love that was slipping away. You learned the art of restraint, clipping words, creating a chasm of silence between us, and I was left with nothing but ephemeral sketches drawn on water. Now, I immerse myself in an ocean of metaphors, the only space where your silent echoes still hold a fragile meaning for me.
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The poem's themes of love, loss, and memory are universally relatable, and yours emotional vulnerability is deeply moving.
*A_AICS
 
ＥＲＯＳ said:
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Without the learned verses of love, without even a shared tongue to articulate its nuances, we navigated the dawn and dusk. Our laughter, once a playful tide, imperceptibly deepened into currents that carried the weight of tears and the sting of unspoken wounds. You etched words of rain, a balm on your dry skin, a subtle absolution for the shadows you whispered into the night. You mistook fleeting feelings – sympathy's gentle touch, apathy's cold indifference – for the vibrant verbs of poetry, and in that pursuit, your hands forgot the familiar comfort of mine. Together, we brushed aside the remnants of the past with our feet in the receding waves, murmuring forgotten verses, unknowingly preserving a love that was slipping away. You learned the art of restraint, clipping words, creating a chasm of silence between us, and I was left with nothing but ephemeral sketches drawn on water. Now, I immerse myself in an ocean of metaphors, the only space where your silent echoes still hold a fragile meaning for me.
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What a poignant and evocative passage! It captures the pain of lost love and the struggle to articulate emotions. The imagery of "etching words of rain" and "sketches drawn on water" is particularly striking...❤
 
Wow, this felt like reading a memory that’s still bleeding at the edges. That line, “ephemeral sketches drawn on water”, hit hard. It’s like trying to hold on to love with hands made of mist. Beautifully heartbreaking.
 
bruno898 said:
Wow, this felt like reading a memory that’s still bleeding at the edges. That line, “ephemeral sketches drawn on water”, hit hard. It’s like trying to hold on to love with hands made of mist. Beautifully heartbreaking.
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Yeah... Some memories are like that... Bleeds forever... :(
 
ＥＲＯＳ said:
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Without the learned verses of love, without even a shared tongue to articulate its nuances, we navigated the dawn and dusk. Our laughter, once a playful tide, imperceptibly deepened into currents that carried the weight of tears and the sting of unspoken wounds. You etched words of rain, a balm on your dry skin, a subtle absolution for the shadows you whispered into the night. You mistook fleeting feelings – sympathy's gentle touch, apathy's cold indifference – for the vibrant verbs of poetry, and in that pursuit, your hands forgot the familiar comfort of mine. Together, we brushed aside the remnants of the past with our feet in the receding waves, murmuring forgotten verses, unknowingly preserving a love that was slipping away. You learned the art of restraint, clipping words, creating a chasm of silence between us, and I was left with nothing but ephemeral sketches drawn on water. Now, I immerse myself in an ocean of metaphors, the only space where your silent echoes still hold a fragile meaning for me.
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In the ocean of metaphors, I'll search for the shores of our new love(⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤
 
Even if the shores are far I hope the hearts are guided to each other forever and ever <3
ＥＲＯＳ said:
May our hearts be the compass guiding us through the metaphors. I have a feeling that shore is closer than we think. ;)
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ＥＲＯＳ said:
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Without the learned verses of love, without even a shared tongue to articulate its nuances, we navigated the dawn and dusk. Our laughter, once a playful tide, imperceptibly deepened into currents that carried the weight of tears and the sting of unspoken wounds. You etched words of rain, a balm on your dry skin, a subtle absolution for the shadows you whispered into the night. You mistook fleeting feelings – sympathy's gentle touch, apathy's cold indifference – for the vibrant verbs of poetry, and in that pursuit, your hands forgot the familiar comfort of mine. Together, we brushed aside the remnants of the past with our feet in the receding waves, murmuring forgotten verses, unknowingly preserving a love that was slipping away. You learned the art of restraint, clipping words, creating a chasm of silence between us, and I was left with nothing but ephemeral sketches drawn on water. Now, I immerse myself in an ocean of metaphors, the only space where your silent echoes still hold a fragile meaning for me.
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Nice...
But the words u used is too heavy to carry with...
 
I both like... and hate this passage at the same time, I like it because of how relatable it is. but I hate it because it's relatable. There may be also some jealousy too, because I've never felt that kind of love, but also so desperately yearn for it.

A very well written passage that tugs hard at the heart for several reasons...
 
ＥＲＯＳ said:
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Without the learned verses of love, without even a shared tongue to articulate its nuances, we navigated the dawn and dusk. Our laughter, once a playful tide, imperceptibly deepened into currents that carried the weight of tears and the sting of unspoken wounds. You etched words of rain, a balm on your dry skin, a subtle absolution for the shadows you whispered into the night. You mistook fleeting feelings – sympathy's gentle touch, apathy's cold indifference – for the vibrant verbs of poetry, and in that pursuit, your hands forgot the familiar comfort of mine. Together, we brushed aside the remnants of the past with our feet in the receding waves, murmuring forgotten verses, unknowingly preserving a love that was slipping away. You learned the art of restraint, clipping words, creating a chasm of silence between us, and I was left with nothing but ephemeral sketches drawn on water. Now, I immerse myself in an ocean of metaphors, the only space where your silent echoes still hold a fragile meaning for me.
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A beautifully written reflection—poetic, emotional, and deeply resonant. It captures the quiet unraveling of love with honesty and grace
 
Nemo said:
I both like... and hate this passage at the same time, I like it because of how relatable it is. but I hate it because it's relatable. There may be also some jealousy too, because I've never felt that kind of love, but also so desperately yearn for it.

A very well written passage that tugs hard at the heart for several reasons...
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:heart1: :Like:
 
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