Whispers of the Past
In the quiet of the night, she sits alone,
A gentle breeze, a touch unknown.
Memories linger, shadows cast,
Of a love that broke, a painful past.
Every whisper of the wind, a ghostly call,
Reminds her of the rise, the inevitable fall.
His voice, a haunting melody in her mind,
Leaving scars, invisible, yet unkind.
A brush of a hand, a fleeting glance,
Sends her heart into a fearful dance.
She jumps, she flinches, at the slightest touch,
Haunted by echoes she fears too much.
Yet in her heart, a flicker of light,
A hope that one day, she’ll find the fight.
To heal, to love, to trust anew,
To find peace in skies once blue.
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