The Fantasy of Loss
Inside the shadows where the chilling winds sigh,
My IMAGINATION weaves a fading face—
A ghost I conjure beneath the ashen sky,
Gone with the DREAM no morning could dare replace.
A silken REVERIE that is soft and stark,
Consumes the bright light your laughter used to give.
Now silence blooms where WHIMSY embraced the dark,
And life's memories decide the way I live.
A HALLUCINATION speaks your name once more,
In whispers only midnight dares to hold.
A VISUALIZATION coupled with lore—
You haunt my deep wounds, my hours, my bed grown cold.
Yet still I beg this heartache to never flee,
For grief is a door to where you wait for me.
Copyright © Bernard F. Asuncion | Year Posted 2025
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