A Week Ago

As tears welled softly in my eyes, I wondered where I’d gone astray— Was it born of your disguise? I never asked for perfect ways, Only honesty to stay. My heart now crushed beneath your hands, For truth from you was never found. The joy you brought has slipped away— When I came back, no trace was sound. The ache of loss, the hope that still remains, Are tangled close within the heart’s deep core. Though shadowed paths may lead through silent pains, The soul remembers what it’s striving for. A week ago, the world seemed still and slow, Yet through the fog, a steady flame is bright. It guides us where the quiet rivers flow, And turns the darkness gently into light. Though time moves on, love’s memory holds true— A beacon shining ever clear and new.