In the quiet descent from your tender embrace,
Unraveling the knots of life, intertwined with grace.
Forgive my shortcomings, for I failed to be,
The man you yearned for, the dom to set you free.
Not enough of a leader to navigate your heart's maze,
Nor the strength to prevent us from drifting astray.
Yet you proclaimed love fierce as a blazing sun,
Only to depart swiftly, leaving me undone.
Your departure, a conflagration that engulfed my soul,
Reducing cherished memories to ashes, taking their toll.
Once vibrant embers now lie cold and still,
A testament to love's fervor, against my will.
Amidst the debris of what once bloomed so fair,
I ponder if our love was genuine, beyond compare.
In your absence, echoes of regrets remain,
Lessons learned amidst heartache, grief, and pain.
Yet I gather remnants of our shattered past,
Weaving them into a tapestry that will forever last.
Though unable to hold you, to keep you near,
In poetry's embrace, I find solace, crystal clear.
For in these verses, a tribute to what we once shared,
Elegance threads through each line, a tender bared.
Dominant in spirit, yet humbled by fate's design,
Love's complexities unfurl, in every poignant line.
Each stanza etches memories in intricate detail,
Moments cherished, now fading, yet still prevail.
The scent of your skin, the touch of your hand,
Echoes linger, in the grains of time's shifting sand.
A portrait painted in hues of longing and regret,
Of promises whispered, now unmet.
A dance of shadows and light upon our hearts,
Where love once thrived, now torn apart.
Yet amid the ruins, hope flickers faintly still,
A beacon in the darkness, against all will.
For love's essence endures beyond the fray,
In the poetry of our souls, it finds its way.
So here I stand, amidst the ruins of our past,
Inscribed in verse, where emotions steadfast.
Though we faltered, stumbled, and fell apart,
In these lines, our story echoes, a work of art.
