Shattered Expectations

A poem

image by Nightcafe

Cold steel,
antiseptic walls,
a sterile grief.

Her empty arms
cradle only air,
where hope once grew.

I stand, a stone pillar,
unable to shelter her
from this storm.

Our dreams,
fragile as eggshells,
crushed underfoot.

In the hollow silence,
I taste salt,
my own unspent tears.

How to mend
what was never whole?
How to mourn
what never was?

We are adrift,
untethered,
in this sea of loss.

Yet still,
her hand finds mine,
an anchor
in the void.

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