“a long lost love interest, she left me after 4 years and didn't really say why, hasn;'t talke to me since, but in my heart, i miss her”

In the quiet afternoon, where shadows thread  
The faded gold of memories we built,  
Your laughter haunts the vacant space instead—  
Four years of summer gardens lined with quilt.  

You slipped away on ordinary days,  
No final word, no tapestry unraveled,  
One moment filled with sunlight’s gentle blaze,  
The next: a voice, a silence left unsaddled.  

I've traced our pictures—paper corners worn  
And wondered where in time you find your peace.  
Do you recall the midnight talks till dawn,  
Or did your heart require its own release?  

No angry flames—just quiet, aching loss,  
A question echoing in empty rooms:  
How do we measure love, and what it costs,  
When morning comes and every flower blooms?  

I keep the keepsakes, hidden in my chest—  
Receipts and tiny notes that carry weight,  
A love once here, now scattered east and west,  
A hope you’re safe, and wish you happiness,  
Though I, at times, revisit our regret.

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