The keys click, a rhythm of loss, Echoing a love we once possessed, A memory, a lingering ghost,

Whispering secrets forever suppressed.

It's strange, the way we've come undone, From lovers intertwined to strangers' gaze, A shared past, a sun now set and gone, Leaving only shadows in its haze.

I let you consume me, heart and soul, A fire that burned with such intensity, Now ashes remain, a story untold, Of a love that burned too brightly, you see.

We were a world apart, you and I, United by a passion born of the night, But dawn brought reason, a tear in the eye, And love slipped away, a fading light. The typewriter hums, a mournful sound,

As I try to capture the love we knew, But words fail me, lost and unbound,

For how can I write what no longer is true?

It's a cruel twist of fate, I must confess, To be left with fragments of what once was whole,

To crave your touch, your presence, your caress, While knowing our love is now a ghost's stroll.

We were so close, we knew each other's dreams, Shared laughter, secrets, and fears unspoken, Now memories flicker, like dying embers' gleams,

A love that's gone, its flame now broken.

But still, a question lingers in the night, A haunting whisper, a painful plea,

How could two souls, so intertwined, so bright,

Become mere strangers, lost eternally? The typewriter weeps, its words run dry, The ink flows freely, but it cannot tell, The story of a love that soared so high, And crashed to earth, leaving a silent hell.