Love's Two Faces Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The year has turned, the leaves have browned,
And still, no word, no welcome sound.
My heart aches low, a quiet pain,
To not be asked, come home again.

My love, it seems, a different thing,
From what you offer, what you bring.
Like gentle warmth, a sheltering space,
A wish to share, a loving place.

But silence grows, a heavy weight,
And crushes dreams, and seals my fate.
Each passing day, a tiny blow,
That chips away at all I know.

The love I thought we both could build,
Lies broken now, and mostly stilled.
The foundation cracks, the walls all lean,
A hurting truth, so sharp and keen.