Shadows of Love
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Barry Smyth
where every turn feels colder than the last.
I crave the warmth of voices, soft and clear,
Yet tremble at the thought of such intimacy.
I’ve held the weight of hope and watched it break,
a familiar pain that lingers now in memory.
Each time I think I’ve learned to trust again,
the ground gives way beneath my steady feet.
The heart, it beats for something more,
but doubt has been a constant companion,
a quiet voice that whispers in the dark,
and tells me that the risk will cost too much.
Yet still I long for someone by my side,
For hands to hold and words that comfort.
I fear the fall, the endless ache of loss,
yet wonder is it preferrably to the silence.
So here I stand, between the past and now,
Uncertain where the road will lead me next.
To love again, or leave the heart unfullfilled
is the question I have yet myself to answer.
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