Whispered Echoes: The Silent Symphony
Nobody answered
Facing all my fears, I reached out,
Summoning your presence through the ether’s veil.
But alas, the last time I called, silence reigned,
No harmonious cadence of your voice, only vacant echoes.
The phone, once a bridge of connection, now stood still,
Its stillness reverberating with a solemn truth.
As I listened, anticipation met a hollow crescendo,
For the only response was the barren rhythm of your heart.
Like a forgotten cavern, your soul seemed shrouded,
Bereft of the vibrant colors that once adorned its walls.
The symphony of emotions that once danced within you,
Now yielded naught but an empty score, void of melody.
In that fleeting moment, our souls sought solace,
Yet, destiny played its hand, and the chasm grew wider.
Questions cascaded, whispers of doubt lingered,
For how could something so vivid dwindle into nothingness?
The hollowness resonated with each passing second,
A somber sonnet whispered between spaces and time.
Yearning for solace, I held onto fading memories,
The remnants of a connection now left adrift.
Yet, amidst the void, a glimmer of hope still lingered,
A fragile ember within the depths of desolation.
For love endures, even when silence reigns supreme,
And faith weaves its tapestry in the face of uncertainty.
So I’ll continue to dial those familiar digits,
Unyielding in my pursuit of bridging the divide.
Hoping that one day, the silence will dissipate,
And the sound of your heart will fill the void once more.
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