Not the Love We Dreamed

a meditation on the complexities of love and the endurance of human spirit amidst sorrow and longing.

Not the Love We Dreamed Of

We cross our grievances,

Speak of our sorrow,

Utter solemn prayers

To live another day.

We speak of laughter,

Share our private tales,

Make our promises

To live another day.

Life plans another week,

Each day a challenge,

To live another day.

We shed our tears,

Sometimes it’s blood

From a broken heart,

To live another day.

When the sky bleeds,

He comes, that Day,

Comforting the lonely

As we live in despair.

It is the spice of hearts�"

My heart embraces

Crying inside your tears

For the rest of my life.

And alone, I weep,

Measure your absence,

Adore you in solitude,

All my life, needing you,

But it’s not the love

We dreamed of, my darling love.

:: 07.05.2024 ::

Author's Note

An exploration of the human condition, capturing the interplay of sorrow, resilience, and unfulfilled longing.