“Abandonment issues”

In empty halls, where echoes spill,  
A ticking clock, a window still,  
The shadows cluster, old and true—  
They whisper secrets that I rue.

A key once turned, a door ajar,  
Footsteps fading, heart afar,  
The hollow ache of words unsaid,  
And dreams that wander home instead.

Nights thread their silver fears around  
A timid hope not fully found.  
Blankets gathered, soft and thin—  
As if they’d keep the yearning in.

New faces flicker, vanish fast;  
I brace for every joy to pass.  
Silent alarms in every smile—  
I measure trust in careful miles.

Yet petals push through dust and stone,  
The stubborn ache of being alone  
Can sculpt a strength, though deep and slow,  
A garden forged where nothing grows.

For in this heart—though scarred and sore—  
A steady pulse beats evermore,  
Learning to cradle, piece by piece,  
The seed of permanence and peace.

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