By Nurish Hardefty
For years, her heart has held its flame,
A quiet devotion, without a name.
She loves him still, though time moves on,
A melody played long after it’s gone.
Her lips stay sealed, her pain concealed,
The wounds of longing never healed.
For how could she claim what isn’t hers?
A fleeting dream, a love that blurs.
She watches him walk to paths unknown,
Accepting his freedom, though she's alone.
For love, she knows, is not to bind,
But to let him seek what he must find.
Her heart aches softly, yet doesn’t rebel,
She whispers goodbye in a silent farewell.
For though he is gone, her love remains,
A tender solace amidst the pains.
In the quiet corners of her soul,
She carries him still, a part of her whole.
Loving from afar, with no demand,
Letting go with an open hand.
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