You say, 'I don't understand, '
And I reply, 'I know you don't, '
In the silence, hope once grand,
Now lingers where the shadows haunt.
We thought a cure would come through in time,
Now I fear it won't, a chilling thought,
Remember the room, our love's sweet rhyme,
We cherished its light, now it's all for naught.
Now, I sit in the dark, pondering fate,
Is it time to let go, or to hold on tight?
Do I throw out everything we built, or wait,
In this twilight, where dreams lose their light?
I'm growing weary, even for a phoenix,
Always rising from the ashes, yet weary and worn,
Mending all her gashes, while the heart still seeks,
But you might have dealt the final blow, forlorn.
So here I linger, in shadows and sighs,
As the memories flicker, like stars in the night,
Hoping for dawn, for a glimmer that flies,
Yet knowing the truth, it's the end of our light.
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