"EVERY THING YOU

"EVERY THING YOU

LOVE IS VERY LIKELY TO

BE LOST,

BUT IN THE END,

LOVE WILL RETURN IN A

DIFFERENT WAY."

FRANZ KAFKA

Echoes of a Silent Symphony

In shadows of a love once bright,

Time whispers tales of a silent night.

A year has passed, a silent cry,

As memories linger, refusing to die.

Her birthday echoes, a haunting song,

Through tears that fall, where love went wrong.

A distant gaze at a friend's tale,

A wound reopens, a ship set to sail.

Wet pillow cases, silent cries,

A heartache buried, where true love lies.

Dried thought-filled eyes, a hollow heart,

Yearning for a chance to restart.

In the echoes of what used to be,

A broken symphony, lost at sea.

Yet hope may rise with each sunrise,

As healing whispers through tear-stained eyes.

"And where there is no love, there is no reason either."

Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes From Underground

"I love you more than my own skin and even though you don't love me the same way, you love me anyways, don't you? And if you don't, I'll always have the hope that you do, and i'm satisfied with that. Love me a little. I adore you."

Frida Kahlo

But now, I know, how absence can be present, like a damaged nerve, like a dark bird.

Audrey Neffenegger