Lost Embrace II

In the quiet room, I reach for dreams, Memories held too tight it seems, Through shadows cast in fading grace, A haunting trace of your embrace. If I could go back, rewrite the lines, Unwind the sorrow through the signs, In every loss, I feel you there, An empty ache I cannot bear. Familiar faces turn away, Left with words I couldn’t say. A moment passed, a choice I made, A love I left in soft cascade. The silence now cuts deep and cold, As I relive stories left untold. No mending left for threads that tore, Just ghosts of what I had before. If I could go back, rewrite the lines, Unwind the sorrow through the signs, In every loss, I feel you there, An empty ache I cannot bear. The weight of choices, heavy, bold, Bound by regrets I can’t withhold. Through empty rooms, your face appears, The past a blur behind my tears. Footsteps echo down hollow halls, Where I once heard your gentle calls. Empty spaces, cold and wide, Mark the loss I hold inside. Through distant stars and shadowed skies, Your memory fades, yet never dies. I’ll hold on to what remains, Bound by love, despite the chains.