“Missing my dead fiancé”

Under the hush of the evening’s sigh,  
I whisper your name to the softest sky—  
Your laughter, a bell in memory’s hall,  
Echoes through me when night shadows fall.

I wear the ring that never met time,  
A circle of promise, unwritten rhyme.  
Your jacket hangs by the bedroom door,  
And I feel your arms, though nevermore.

We dreamed of a garden, wild and green,  
Morning coffee, the in-between—  
Now dandelions bend where you once tread,  
Their gentle gold honoring words unsaid.

Sunrises break on the windowpane,  
Your absent warmth, both sweet and pain.  
I tuck the letters you left behind  
Against my heart, pages intertwined.

Some days, I dance in the ghost of your arms,  
Laughing at rain, remembering charms;  
Other days, longing settles in deep—  
An ache, a river, a gulf too steep.

But love, like light, holds on and stays,  
Threading through grief’s empty maze;  
Your spirit lingers, silent and bright—  
My lost beloved, my north, my light.

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