Poem on Regret and Heartbreak When clocks forget the vows we used to keep,And sundials stain with shade where noon once glowed,I count the hollow hours, long and steep,That rose like bread but fell a heavier load. You were the hinge on which my mornings turned—Now dawns arrive unhinged, a gaping door.Each tick a tiny …
The morning light arrives but finds no spacewhere once your laughter filled the waking air,for in this house, time moves at a slower pace,and silence echoes everywhere. I trace your shadow on the empty wall,recall the cadence of your steady tread,and listen for a voice that does not callfrom rooms where memories remain unsaid. The …