the wreckage of us

Will we ever talk if I don't text first 

Were we ever talking 

or were you just replying to my words

Was it love or common mistrust?

In the silence between our messages, a longing whispers its plea,

As if our words dance upon a stage, but our hearts yearn to be free.

In the echoes of our conversations, echoes of unspoken desires,

Awaiting the courage to bridge the gap, igniting passion's fires.

In the spaces of our silence, where silence speaks volumes untold, 

Yearning for connections deeper, where truths and dreams unfold.

Your love feels faded 

Our dreams broken 

The future we saw together 

Is now lying in some lost abyss

Amidst the wreckage of what once gleamed, shattered hopes now persist,

Lost in the depths of what could have been, memories clenched in a tight fist.

Yet in the remnants of our love's debris, a glimmer of hope persists,

For from the ashes of our past, new beginnings may exist.