The Pain Of Goodbye (Shakespearean Sonnet) Poem by ashok jadhav

The hour arrives when parting casts its spell,
And trembling hearts must learn to speak no more;
What once was near, familiar, loved so well,
Now drifts beyond the closing of the door.
Each step away resounds within my chest,
A drum of loss that echoes in the soul;
The lips that longed to speak their last be pressed,
Yet silence claims the words I cannot dole.
How cruel the hand that lifts what we hold dear,
And leaves the emptiness in its embrace;
Yet in that ache, our love grows sharp and clear,
Etched in the lines that time cannot erase.
Farewell may wound, yet memory will stay—
A light to guide me when you go away.