A Way Home After Rain

The same season, the dusk and the day,

Two souls in one silence, then drifting away.

The stars did not tremble, nor skies break apart,

Just the quiet unthreading of one woven heart.

As strangers by a quiet decree,

Live on as vessels without intention to see.

No bitter word, nor argument befall,

The silence appears, when the memories recall.

It passed without a any sign of greet,

Let it known where the gaze could meet.

For this absence, it forced us to release,

Granting each with a most kind of peace.

No subtle touch, no echo of a name,

Just new stories, cleansed of an old flame.

Walk other garden, then sail other sea,

No more letters, no haunting plea.

It's not hatred, not sorrow, not bitter refrain,

Just the knowledge that the feeling, too, can wane.

It tells, not every forever is meant to remain,

Sometimes the heart find its home after the rain.

So, go where it glows, fade where it must,

Not in any regret, but in delicate trust.

Let it be as if it never were,

A faded dream, a forgotten prayer.

For this strange emptiness, this chosen art,

It left the space to allows a new life to start.

This was a chapter, not the whole tome,

Now this peace is sweet, and the past stays home.