Of Love Lost

I took what wasn’t mine to hold,

Not out of need, nor out of greed,

But because it slipped so easily into my grasp.

I was under compulsion, I had the urge,

Like a kleptomaniac left to his vices, 

I swiped this trinket, quick and sly,

With a flick of my wrist, not caring why.

What was this object to you? 

A key to memories, to moments I never saw, 

An heirloom perhaps, or maybe something more

Revenge was sweet, but had a bitter taste

For you broke my heart and left me hollow,

Where silence grew, and love found its fate,

This piece of you I took, to balance the weight.

I laid it on the altar, cold and cracked,

In the chapel we spent our younger days

Like an offering to a God who never answered back,

The silence now louder than my loss of faith. 

Because why would a loving God, 

Make me suffer, watch me grieve

Silently, as the echoes of your absence never fade away.

The prayers we once shared are whispers now cold,

Lost in the space between heaven and earth.

Where faith was once fare, now only ash,

Of a love once sacred, now too broken to last. 

The flame that once burned with a radiant light, 

Disconnected, like a ghost in the night. 

And in that darkness, I reach, but never find. 

Years passed until my hands uncovered

Hidden there, beneath layers of dust and time, 

In a place I had forgotten, just like I forgot you.

But time has a way of returning what was once taken,

A trinket once lost, a love that could not be repaired.

And there you stood, your voice breaking the silence, 

I never knew just how much you cared.

Memories linger in the silent pews,  

Whispers tangled in the shattered glass,  

Vines crawl over every stone and beam,  

The chapel we once knew, a faded dream— 

Where the sounds of our laughter echoed the halls,

Of a place we once knew, once loved, once whole,

Forgotten, buried, where light will not go.