Whispers of The Soul: Poems and Musings

The ones who walked away

The people who once walked beside us,

Now mere phantoms in the corridors of our memory,

They are the echoes of laughter that have faded into silence,

The chapters of our lives that have closed, leaving us to grieve.

Grief, a solitary path we tread,

When those we held dear slip through our grasp.

They are the friends who turned away,

The loves who no longer stay,

The bonds that fractured and left us to ask, "Why?"

In the stillness of solitude, we mourn,

For the void they've left behind is profound.

Their absence, an ache that lingers,

A silent lament for what once was, now a mere whisper.

We reminisce about shared moments, smiles, and tears,

The conversations that once filled the air,

And we yearn for their presence, for one more chance,

To bridge the chasm that separates us, to mend the fractured dance.

Yet, in our grief, we find a peculiar beauty,

For it is a testament to the depth of connection we once held.

The pain of their absence a reflection of the love we shared,

A love that, though altered, endures in the stories we've told.

In time, we come to accept the reality of their departure,

To acknowledge that some journeys are meant to end.

And as we release our grip on the past,

We learn to cherish the memories, to heal and amass.

The people who are no longer in our lives,

They are the chapters that have closed, but the story endures.

For in our hearts, their imprint remains,

A part of our tapestry, forever unchanged and unrestrained.

T.