Dying Love

After the storm, the rumble
Of thunder fades,
Replaced by the whisper
Of raindrops on rooftops.

I am hanging on to the words
That slipped from your lips
Like petals falling
From a dying flower.

The world spins on,
Oblivious
To the pieces of me scattered
Across this silent room.

In this shattered mirror,
I catch glimpses of a love
That once burned
So fiercely.

But now,
Only embers remain,
Unable to ignite the flame
That once consumed us whole.

I trace the lines of your absence,
The empty spaces
Between our bodies,
And wonder if we were ever really there.

I am left adrift, lost
In the vastness of this empty ocean,
Where the waves of longing
Crash upon my mind.

But even in this darkness,
I find solace,
Because I am still
The writer of my own story.