The Unquenched Imprint

The hollow shout of a tin echoes my cry,
my love, a cry for selfishness—I can’t deny.
For in my heart, I want to hold you close,
to let go feels like losing the one I chose.

My feelings for you will never change,
but life has shifted, rearranged.
I must let go, though it tears me apart,
to watch you leave and break my heart.

Yet cry I will, for what cannot be,
for the love we shared, for you and me.
The perfect match was found, but too soon—
one has been let go beneath a waning moon.

The flame of love has scorched my soul,
left an imprint that will never dull.
Your touch, your laugh, your whispered name,
burning within me like an unquenched flame.

But still, the pain seizes my weary soul,
yanking me back to what I cannot control.
I reach for what was, but it slips away,
a future together that we cannot stay.

The echoes of what should have been
haunt me, pulling from deep within.
A love so true, yet time has betrayed,
now shadows linger where sunlight once played.

So, go you must, and I shall let it be—
but know my tears are not for me.
They’re for the dreams we cannot fulfill,
for the moments lost, for the quiet still.

Though life has torn us side from side,
the memories of you I shall forever abide.
For in my heart, you are forever near,
even as we part, even as you disappear.

The perfect match, though torn apart,
remains a flame within my heart.
And though the pain may never cease,
I find some solace in our brief peace.