Therapy Bits

In the hollow silence of dawn,

where shadows stretch longer

than yesterday’s regrets,

I linger in the ache of absence,

the space where laughter thrived,

now a whisper tangled in the air.

Time is a cruel companion,

stretching each moment into eternity,

as memory dances like dust motes

caught in the slanting light,

reminding me of smiles that once bloomed

like wildflowers in a sunlit field.

I walk through rooms that echo,

furniture draped in the remnants of you—

your favorite chair, the book half-read,

each object a shrine to what was,

an altar of daily rituals

turned to relics,

each corner holds a yearning,

the imprint of your voice fading

like the last note of a forgotten song.

Outside, the world spins unrelenting,

the seasons parade in their vibrant colors,

but inside my chest,

winter settles heavy,

a frost that sharpens the edges

of every tender memory.

I grasp at the threads of time,

fraying at the seams,

as grief weaves in and out,

a tapestry of longing,

folding and unfolding—

the sharp pangs, the dull throb,

the moments of quiet surrender

to a silence that rings louder

than any goodbye.

Yet here I stand,

a vessel for the love you left behind,

a testament to the pain

that paints my days in shades of blue,

and in the depths of this sorrow,

I seek the light—

fragile, flickering,

like the persistence of dawn

that promises I will learn to move,

to breathe,

to hold your memory like a flame,

not just the wound,

but the warmth,

in the tender act of living on.

December Musical Poetry Prompt | Living Poetry