A Last Whisper to Us

Even when the sky is cracked and grey, Adoring arms can’t hold what’s meant to part. Ghosts of your voice dissolve into the day, Left behind, a hollowed aching heart. Oceans of grief drown the words unsaid, Fractured time blurs love into decay. Grief gnaws softly where our dreams have fled, Memories fade like ghosts at bay. Days pass, but the ache still won’t die, Yesterday’s tears whisper a last goodbye.

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Tom Woody

Date: 5/27/2025 5:39:00 AM

Sad end to a relationship trude. Nice rhymes

Tom Woody
Date: 5/28/2025 5:59:00 AM

Becoming trude from the ruins
Date: 5/27/2025 9:44:00 PM

Haha, ma’am it is—but I’m actually much younger than you might think! ?? Hope it’s okay if I bring that perspective when I comment on your heartfelt poems—it’s such a privilege to read them and feel that connection across generations.

Tom Woody
Date: 5/27/2025 10:27:00 AM

Yes ma'am. Or is it sir?

Becoming trude from the ruins
Date: 5/27/2025 7:16:00 AM

Thank you so much for reading Last Whisper to Us. Sometimes a quiet goodbye carries the loudest ache, doesn’t it? ??