Collecting traces

Missing what it never had, breathes in sighs

I dreamed of your aglow eyes last night, 
I whispered to the moon and she brought,
Memories of us in return to my request,
Loving you was my most challenging quest.

Collecting traces of your legacy in my mind,
Storing them in my verses, reunited by the wind,
Confessing to the trees, the forest now cries,
Missing what it never had, breathes in sighs.

Pouring her regrets in a glass, it tastes sour.
Never dared to unlock the drawer of flour,
Used to bake her heart’s cake, that he devoured,
Without ever thinking twice; her soul stuttered.

She looks out the window: a bird chirping,
Holding tight its soulmate; Emotions sing,
In the back of her head, the past spins,
Although she fights it, remorse wins.

She allows herself to feel it all, every nuance,
Of her sky’s changing moods, even if they dance.
She begins to fly, the space doesn’t seem enough,
Yet she can’t control her wings; Intense, tough,

Oscillating between firmament and underworld,
Her consciousness distanced itself, as if sold,
By her spirit which craves freedom, peace,
Lost within archived sentience of bliss.

She suppressed for way too long, in a jar,
Hidden feelings begging for release; Ajar,
The corridor of her soul receives light,
Being able to clarify a once blurred sight.

Consumed by her heart’s waves, she finds herself empty.
Opposite to hollow, she assembles the pieces of her identity,
As her inner self resembles a serene, emerald meadow,
Although she grieved at dawn, I’m no longer a shadow.

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With love, Elena <3