A bed so quiet, sheets untorn,
A space once warm now feels forlorn.
The nights stretch long, the silence deep,
No restless touch disturbs my sleep.
The passion fades, the fire withdrawn,
A spark once lit, but now it's gone.
Desire fades like the setting sun,
In shadows where love's deeds are done.
No whispered words, no breathless sighs,
Just empty hours beneath the skies.
The heart still beats, the mind still yearns,
But in this void, no flame returns.
Yet in the quiet, I find my way,
Learning to love myself each day.
For though the nights may seem too still,
The heart holds strength, the soul has will.
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