Etchings of Love: a Subtle Afterimage
On the canvas of life, your signature lies,
Etched onto my granite heart, and the ever-changing skies.
Your essence, turned my primary colours, to vibrant schemes,
And now, in every hue I see that it’s you tinting my dreams.
You recoloured my world, breathed life into grey,
Transformed rigid contours into a graceful bright ballet.
Energy was no more just a word, it became an intimate dance,
You left your signature in every moment, every glance.
Each beat of joy is but a reflection of your presence,
An echo of laughter, lost in adolescence.
Each drop of sorrow finds its roots in your absence,
A shadowed valley, of your love, it's the severance.
You are both the zenith, and my deepest despair,
The interlude of greys, the weary threadbare.
The man I am, is but a silhouette of your inspiration,
A walking spirit of our lost constellation.
Once driven to become worthy of your affection,
A homage to your faith, an attempt at perfection.
Your phantom fingers no longer sculpt my path,
Yet, their imprints remain, a ghostly aftermath.
The woman who’ll cradle my unborn child in her womb,
Is the benefactor of the man that you helped to bloom.
Yet, my love for her, though steady and true,
Can never engulf, as completely, as I once loved you.
Your signature is everywhere, a residual glow,
In every sunset's burn, in the morning cock’s crow.
You transformed me, your essence deep in my vein,
An echo of love, a masterpiece of bittersweet pain.
Copyright © David Chen | Year Posted 2023
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