No Longer Your Favorite Poem by Joh Venture

In whispered echoes of yesteryears gone by,
I find myself beneath a mournful sky.
Once cherished, once held in your tender light,
Now shadows linger, veiling my sight.

Gone are the days when laughter filled the air,
Replaced by silence, heavy with despair.
No longer your favorite, I stand alone,
Lost in the wilderness, without a home.

Like autumn leaves, our bond begins to fade,
Memories blurred, by time's relentless blade.
What changed, I wonder, in the dance of fate,
To cast me aside, to seal my lonely state?

Yet still, I'll carry fragments of our past,
In the chambers of my heart, they'll everlast.
Though no longer your favorite, I'll find my way,
And paint new skies in the light of day.