The Shape of Sorrow

Lyrics

Between the spaces silence drew, A ghost of laughter drifting through; Rooms grown colder day by day, Where whispers linger, soft and grey. What word relates this quiet ache? The unseen wound, the hand of fate; Heartbeats echo; out of rhyme, A chest that counts, but not in time. Eyes search skies through window glass, Tracing clouds as moments pass. A blue expanse; too calm, austere. The void beneath heartache’s veneer. Hands recall small fingers curled, Cradling once my entire world. Now released to stars above, Threadbare tapestry, woven love. Gardens bloom, yet incomplete, No tiny steps to fill the beat. Songs linger softly, yet never heard, Falling feathers, unseen bird. Yet under shrouds of weighted night, The soul brings forth a tender light. Not healing pain, nor mending loss, But breathing warmth through endless frost. Within this ache, ineffable relief, Truth unveiled through deepest grief; Fleeting love, so briefly shown, Only borrowed, never owned. Yet love endures beyond goodbye, It softly breathes– it does not die.