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There are words that found their full measure only with you by my side
There are words that found their full measure only with you by my side,
Now they remain unfinished, like a verse keeping an empty space,
Meant only for your name, which once completed the harmony,
Without you, I talk to myself, in whispers seeking your echo,
Between every sentence slips the silence of a lost "hmm,"
The one that once lived between my thoughts, now dust of memory.
Without you, the night becomes more than just a simple darkness,
It is a deep silence that turns me into my own shadow,
You know...I wanted to say that I'm fine, but since you left my world,
Even my smiles have learned the subtle art of lying.
I still write...but the poems no longer carry the fragrance of former love,
Only the words remain, empty and soulless,
Without that essence of love that once gave them life.
Copyright ©
Dan Enache
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