Elegy for a Still-Burning Heart

This is not a song, but a silent scream,
A fracture in the dawn, a broken dream.
A ghost of summer lives within my chest,
Where once a fiery, fearless bird found rest.

Now only embers on a barren shore,
The echo of a vow, a shattered door.
I trace your shadow on the empty sheet,
With syllables of loss, both bitter-sweet.

The taste of absence is a constant rain,
A dull and throbbing, unrelenting pain.
It settles in the bones, a chilling frost,
To count the living hours that love has lost.

The world turns muted, gray, and strangely flat,
A familiar landscape, after that.
A hollow where your laughter used to start,
This quiet, constant breaking of the heart.

Yet in this ash, a puzzling, stubborn light,
Not hope, not yet, but just the will to fight
The tide of nothingness, to slowly learn
The name of this new wood from which I burn.

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