Title: “After the Wasp Has Gone”PoemThe season of separation stands at my window,Quiet as dusk folding into night.Once, your name was sunrise on my lips—Now it is an echo without light.Will my dream remain unfinished,Like a book closed before the end?
Title: “After the Wasp Has Gone” Poem The season of separation stands at my window, Quiet as dusk folding into night. Once, your name was sunrise on my lips— Now it is an echo without light. Will my dream remain unfinished, Like a book closed before the end? Pages trembling in uncertain wind, Waiting for a hand that will not mend. Should I cry for what is broken, Or laugh at love’s disguise? For what I held as something eternal Was fleeting in your eyes. You were never building shelter, Never planting roots to stay; You were only passing through— A wasp that brushed and flew away. Yet even in this hollow silence, Where memories softly burn, I feel a deeper pulse within— A lesson I must learn. For dreams are not so fragile That one departure makes them fall; They bend, they shift, they wander— But they outlive it all. And I, who stand in autumn’s shadow, Am not defeated by the cold; For in the soil of separation Stronger stories are told. Analysis and Reflection This second ...