To Have Loved And Lost. Poem by Lewis Dever

In the hollow of the night, where shadows softly creep,
I walk alone on paths we carved, in memories I keep.
Your laughter lingers, ghost-like, in the corners of my mind,
But when I turn to find you there, it's only wind I find.

The echoes of your voice fade like twilight's dying glow,
And every whispered word you spoke now trembles, soft and low.
I reach for you in empty rooms where once your presence stayed,
But all that's left is silence now, where love and light once played.

The world is full of faces, but none that I can see,
For all the eyes I look into are strangers, not like thee.
I search the crowd for remnants, for pieces of our past,
But every step I take alone reminds me love can't last.

Your touch, a distant memory, your smile, a fleeting dream,
I swim through waves of solitude, adrift in endless streams.
The nights are long and bitter cold, the days an endless gray,
Without you here beside me, the sun forgets to stay.

Loneliness is not the lack of company, but loss that fills the air,
A void where once a heart could beat, now only echoes there.
I wear the weight of absence like a shroud around my soul,
For in your leaving, you took with you, the half that made me whole.

So here I stand, a shadow cast by love that's flown away,
In this quiet, aching stillness, I wait for light of day.
But until dawn breaks through the dark, I'll walk this path alone,
With whispers of your memory, the only love I've known.