Title: “In the Quiet After You”PoemThe season of separation did not knock —It settled in my chest like winter air.Not loud, not cruel,Just certain.Once, I measured time by your laughter.Now, clocks tick without meaning,And silence stretchesLonger than the nights we used to share.Will my dream remain unfinished?
Title: “In the Quiet After You” Poem The season of separation did not knock — It settled in my chest like winter air. Not loud, not cruel, Just certain. Once, I measured time by your laughter. Now, clocks tick without meaning, And silence stretches Longer than the nights we used to share. Will my dream remain unfinished? A sketch without its final line? A melody that almost touched the sky But never found its rhyme? Should I grieve what slipped away, Or smile at what it taught? For love is not just what we keep — It’s also what we’ve sought. You were never meant for staying. You carried wings I chose not to see. You were a wasp among wildflowers — Restless, brief, and free. And I mistook your passing shadow For something built to last. I planted hope in borrowed soil And called the future “vast.” But here, in the quiet after you, Something steadier begins — A voice not shaped by longing, A strength that grows within. Dreams do not collapse so easily. They fracture, shift, e...