Love, alone, desperate, lost, miss

In shadows deep where silence dwells, A heart beats on, refused to tell, Of love that once was bright and clear, Now shadows cast, now bound by fear. Love, alone, a whispered ache, Echoes through nights that seem so fake, A ghost in hollow halls of mind, A tenderness, too frail, confined. Alone amid the crowded streets, Where strangers’ faces blur and meet, Yet none can hear the silent cry, The longing that will never die. Desperate thoughts cascade like rain, A storm of hope and grief and pain, Seeking a solace, a distant shore, A whisper of what was before. Lost in a fog of memories faint, Fading with time, yet haunting quaint, A shadow of a smile once made, Now just a ghost that will not fade. Miss the touch, the gentle voice, The kindest words, the silent choice, Of holding close, of feeling near, A love that vanished, far from here. Desperate, wandering through the night, Chasing shadows, lost in flight, A flicker of a fading flame, A hope that whispers his or her name. In lonely hours, the heart laments, Remembers lines, the moments spent, A symphony of tender grace, Now only echoes in empty space. Love, alone, a bitter taste, A memory, a cruel haste, To hold the past as if to keep, A dream that wakes and falls asleep. Yet still the soul searches, strives to find, A flicker of what’s left behind, A spark to kindle, light anew, Amid the shadows, love once true. For even lost in dark despair, The heart retains its silent prayer, That love, once lost, may someday find, A way back home, a gentle mind. So here I stand, with ache and miss, A yearning that I can't dismiss, Love, alone, yet holding hope, A fragile thread, a cloth to cope. Through desperation’s stormy sea, I cast my hopes eternally, For love, once kind, may yet return, A hope that burns, a chance to learn.