These lines are an echo of days gone by, an attempt to make sense of what's gone. Collected here are twenty revelations addressed to someone who was once the world. Each poem is a frozen moment of pain, tenderness, forgiveness, and farewell. Let them become a bridge between what was and what is now. This is our final dialogue, written on the pages of our souls.<\/p>\n
\nAgain your image in the silence, Like a ghost, wanders the apartment. You were once a part of me, Now only a shadow in a bygone world. And every rustle, every breath, Reminds me of you. My ex, my silent lesson, Remains a scar on my fate.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nAn unfinished plot<\/h2>\n
\nWe built a crystal castle, where every stone was a tender glance. But it collapsed like a house of cards, and there's no turning back for us. I remember the laughter, the warmth of touches, and the plans we dreamed out loud. Now there's only the bitterness of parting, and the heart's suppressed fear. You became the chapter of the wrong poem, the one I wrote about love. My ex, our dilemmas, burned in the flames of dawn.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nA Lesson in Silence<\/h2>\n
\nYou taught me to be silent when words escaped my lips. Now I know how to miss, and how to accept the cold corpse of the hopes that lived deep within. My ex, you left long ago. But the echo of pain in spring knocks on the locked window.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nBridge of Ashes<\/h2>\n
\nI burned the bridges that connected us, watched the smoke blaze. We promised too much to now become one of them. Of those who remember only the beginning, forgetting the bitterness and the end. My soul cried out then, when you were gone forever. But the ashes became a new road, where I walk alone. My ex, I am now ready to drink life to the very bottom.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nForgotten scent<\/h2>\n
\nI sometimes remember your scent, suddenly flashing through the crowd. And for a second, like then, my heart aches and freezes. But it's just a false trail, a phantom from the past calling. My ex, you're a extinguished light, which will never be lit again.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nThe illusion of freedom<\/h2>\n
\nI thought I'd find freedom by throwing off this heavy burden. But the emptiness that weighs me down is stronger than any bondage. Now I'm free to choose where to go, who to talk to. But you're not here to tell me how hard it is to live without you. The illusion that happiness is near is shattered by the cold darkness. My ex, my sunset, you remain in my memory, like a sign.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nA parting glance<\/h2>\n
\nYour parting glance, like a dagger, pierced my dream. You promised nothing, only emptiness and darkness. And I stood, as if in a dream, watching the sun's ray fade. My ex, I remember in the spring that glance from behind the cold clouds.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nFragments of feelings<\/h2>\n
\nMy feelings, like fragments, are scattered throughout my soul. They are sharp, they are piercing, and they cannot be put back together. I pretend that I am strong, that the pain has subsided, that I have forgotten. But this wound is so visible, as if it was just opened. And every time your voice sounds in my memory, my ex, my heart cries out again about the days that were most precious of all.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nUnsent letter<\/h2>\n
\nI'll write hundreds of letters, and not a single one will reach me. In them, I forgive and ask, and my heart cries and aches. But the addressee is no longer there, only his shadow in my fate. My ex, I keep the secret of all the words I never said to you.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nEmpty promises<\/h2>\n
\nYou promised to take the stars down for me, And lay the world at my feet. I believed, I could fly, And I knew how to love you. But the stars faded, the world was silent, And the wings suddenly broke. You simply fell silent, Breaking our vicious circle. Now only the echo of those words Sounds in my empty chest. My ex, your eyes are gone, And there is no path ahead for us.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nCold coffee<\/h2>\n
\nMy coffee is getting cold in the kitchen, As your memory grows cold. I recall your profile, Frozen in a morning plea. A plea to stay, not to leave, But you left, closing the door. My ex, there is no way now, Where we are together, my sweet fate.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nFootprints in the sand<\/h2>\n
\nWe walked along the shore together, the waves washing away our tracks. Now I see that your home is not where I was needed. My tracks remain here, and you left without looking back. As if there were no miracles, as if you never returned. And my ocean whispers to me that everything passes, everything will go away. My ex, in this silence my soul will now find peace.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nChange of scenery<\/h2>\n
\nThe world has changed, become different, and I have changed my outfit. But memory, faithful to your words, refuses to retreat. I am building a new me, without pain, without resentment and tears. My ex, I am now your bride of unfulfilled dreams.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nWhisper of the wind<\/h2>\n
\nI hear the wind whisper in the night, It brings me your voice. And drives all doubts away, And my heart calls to you again. But it's only a deceptive sound, A phantom that torments me. The circle is broken, the circle is finished, And there is no hope, no fire. And I stand alone in the silence, Trying to tear from my chest My ex, all your sins, That are holding me back.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nEmpty cup<\/h2>\n
\nYour mug gathers dust on the shelf, a symbol of abandoned hopes. It will no longer be a companion to my naked sunrises. Without the tenderness you gave, without the laughter that always echoed. My ex, you killed me, leaving only shards of ice.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nThe Last Dance<\/h2>\n
\nWe danced in the starlight, Not knowing the end was so near. Among unfulfilled predictions, That dance was the last risk. I remember every move, Your gaze, your hand in mine. Now there's only bitter oblivion, And the ghost of nights gone by. And the music has long since died down, And I still wait, As if again, My ex, You will come to no avail, To bring back faded love.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nAn unopened door<\/h2>\n
\nI locked all the doors to the house where we once lived together. And the key to my heart is under lock and key, so that no one can enter later. But sometimes sadness knocks, and asks to come in to the fire. My ex, I don't feel sorry for you, but I blame myself for everything.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nEcho of footsteps<\/h2>\n
\nI hear the echo of your footsteps as I walk down that alley. And once again, without shackles, I am captivated by the most powerful melancholy of all. I look back, but your familiar shadow is nowhere near. Only the emptiness of my fate greets me with an indifferent gaze. And I walk forward, silently, through the pain and cold of past years. My ex, there is no doctor for you to heal my bitter trace.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nFree breathing<\/h2>\n
\nI learned to breathe again, without your shoulder, your hand. And I stopped waiting at night for you to come through all the locks. Now I know that I am strong, that life goes on, even if it is not easy. My ex, I am alone now, but I feel calm and at ease.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nFarewell to the Ghost<\/h2>\n
\nI release your phantom, That lived within me for so many days. Let it fly like light thunder, Where my shadows are gone. I close this book, Where every page is pain. And I no longer look for your figure, Which played the main role. Goodbye, my ex, I am now Free of your shackles. And let the door to happiness be open, Without the ghosts of past dreams.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"These lines are an echo of days gone by, an attempt to make sense of what's gone. They contain twenty revelations addressed to the one who was once the world.<\/p>","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[71],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1623","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-stihi"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1623","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1623"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1623\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":175114,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1623\/revisions\/175114"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1623"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1623"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1623"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}