Imprisoned by a reign of darkness,
a turbulent storm has breached our seams.
I am enfolded in the echoes of these fractures,
stranded in this bittersweet stillness,
where it feels so very wrong to remain.

Rolling thunderclaps have shattered the solace
as faint shimmers of lightning arcs illuminate
the sweeping chasm that separates us,
a distance carved between motionless bodies
once sculpted with an immutable connection.

Such narratives are fractured now and
raw nerves are exposed to the elements,
a cascade of ceaseless subtleties spills forth,
the infinitude of chaos preying on every sensitivity.

Soft pattering rain carries the sweetest cadence
but it cannot soothe the frailties I hold,
each remnant drop on window panes
a reminder of the tears I wept, and how
I've wondered were you drenched with regret?

The flashes of simmering lightning irradiate
the vast distance lying between us,
and lingering in these vacant spaces lies the aftermath
of secrets and lies, once concealed within these tangled webs,
that were tenderly crafted with silken strands of deception.

Enfolded in the echoes of these fractures,
I am stranded in this bittersweet stillness,
where it feels so very wrong to remain.

This freshly splintered lens summons snapshots
now tarnished by bleak confessions,
effortlessly painting haunting memories
of every moment that I never truly belonged...

I have always loved how memories of intimacy
are a welcome intrusion on lonely silences,
but once calming melodies are now tainted
by some other lover's whispered words
fluttering upon your skin, that was never mine to claim.

How in moments of maddening passion
I had fallen into the deepest recesses of your beauty,
and melted blissfully into your every tender embrace,
sullied now by every surging crescendo bearing
the possessive grips of another lover's flame.

The way you yearned to unlock me,
and how I yielded, when I proffered to you my body,
in ways no others have ever known.
How I gifted you a home in my heart,
and I handed you the keys without hesitation,
confusion and sorrow now question, if I should change the locks?

Enfolded in the echoes of these fractures,
I am stranded in this bittersweet stillness,
where it feels so very wrong to remain.

These seams may never truly be mended,
these threads may be laced with apology and promise
but they are freighted with a tide of uncertainty and
jealousy that clings to the scars of every laceration...
as though I can sense some vague foretelling
that fear will not allow me to erase.

In every moment I ache with an intensity
to gently fold you into my arms once more...
to remedy the cavernous depths
we have drawn in the darkness.

Somewhere there lies reverberant echoes,
the pulsing eternity of who we became,
and I long to preserve these memories,
holding them close like precious keepsakes and
remembering the way you have always been mine.

Forgiving is short, forgetting is long, but
I will love you through the darkness.
Enfolded in the echoes of these fractures,
until I am no longer stranded...

Stranded in this bittersweet stillness,
where it feels so wrong to remain.