A Fragile Thread
Mihar Diaries . . .
I messed up, love, and I feel the pain,
A storm in my heart, an endless rain.
Words unsaid, or said all wrong,
Now echo in silence, where you belong.
I see your face in every tear,
Your voice, your laughter, still so near.
But your warmth, your touch, is out of reach,
And I’m left with lessons my soul can teach.
If I could turn back the ticking clock,
Undo the hurt, unbar the lock,
I’d hold you close, never let go,
And let my love for you endlessly show.
Your eyes, my haven, now seem so far,
But they’ll forever be my guiding star.
Your hands, once held, now slip away,
Yet their touch lingers, night and day.
The scent of you, like winter pine,
Still fills the air, still feels divine.
This world is dull without your glow,
A canvas blank, no hues to show.
Forgive my flaws, my reckless ways,
The cracks I’ve carved in our precious days.
I don’t deserve you, yet still I plead,
For your love is the only thing I need.
I’ll wait, my love, as long as it takes,
Through every ache, through every quake.
And if this is goodbye, I’ll always hold,
The memories of us, worth more than gold.
But if there’s a chance, a whisper, a way,
I’ll fight for us, for brighter days.
For you are my heart, my breath, my fire,
The one I love, my soul’s desire.