In the void of your absence, my days become endless nights, The flowers that once blossomed with vibrant colors now fill a garden with broken petals and gray. The sun that once came out hides, scared to make its appearance, And the sweet melodies of the birds are now gone.
Since you’ve left,
My smile grows thin, struggling to bear the weight of fake joy. My bones feel cold and weak, longing for a mother’s warm and strong embrace. The flow of guilt courses through my veins; the memory of your laughter drifts away.
Since you’ve left,
My world no longer spins. Echoes of my sorrow grow, My heart is getting colder, but the memory of your love remains forever, unfading.
Veronica Pearson is a fourth-year Psychology major. VP957135@wcupa.edu