Flicker

Years

carved me hollow.

Your weight

pressed deep.

Our love

frayed

like a rope

stretched too far.

I reached for you

and found

only emptiness.

Your echoes

linger

pulling at my chest.

I am tired

of lifting them

of pretending

the ember I carry

can light

what’s lost.

I move

through shadows

warmth fading to ash.

Still trembling

still mine

thin

fragile

a faint pulse

pulling me forward

even as love

turns cold.

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

losing love is like losing a limb.... so painful, so debilitating, so empty.... and yet trying to hold on to a frayed rope is a lost cause...this is quite sad... "our love frayed like a rope stretched too far"... beautifully written
Warmly, B

[Davidgeo]

This made me want to listen to a song called The Grudge by tool.

Are you a tool fan by any chance? Some of their music is outstanding. Some of it is not.

[John the Baptist]

The love in this case must have been of a deep nature, because it has not yet faded, even though the relationship is now a thing of the past. I don't see it dying away completely, ever.

[Yellow Submarine.]

The Word I would use to describe this is loyalty. I see a loyal lover who is dedicated to a reunion. How very sweet.