Whispers in the Wind

Photo by Megan te Boekhorst on Unsplash

In the quaint town's embrace, love once bloomed,
He and She, their laughter filled the room.
But shadows crept, and joy turned to strife,
Their once bright flame eclipsed by life.

She, with fire in her spirit's hold,
He, the silent observer, stories untold.
Their bond, once strong, now fragile and frayed,
As bitter words tore the love they had made.

Days turned to weeks, weeks to endless nights,
Their home echoed with the ghosts of their fights.
She, drowning in memories, sought his touch,
He, lost in distractions, yearned for her clutch.

In solitude, they each faced their own abyss,
Aching for the love lost, the tender kiss.
She, in the quiet of a tear-stained room,
Longing for his presence, dispelling the gloom.

He, wandering through streets, lost in his mind,
Her absence a wound no other could bind.
In the depths of their sorrow, they found no peace,
Their love, once vibrant, now seeking release.

One fateful day, the truth dawned at last,
She reached for the phone…