Between the distance and silence
There lives a hollowness to subsist
Where fires burn from held memories
Of older days that have passed
But live forever in our hearts
Like whispers without shadows
Only our souls can interpret
I tried to spare you some pain
Even if it came, at my own expense
But I was totally oblivious
That you were doing the same
Sometimes the price of love
Comes at our greatest tax
And that’s what makes it… beautiful
.
Poet of the Light © 2022
The Reluctant Poet 