THE ROOM WHERE YOU LIVED
Stanza 1
In the room where shadows cling to wood and thread,
your scent still clings—warm jasmine mixed with rain,
caught in the weave of curtains where you’d spread
your laughter like light through a window pane.
I see it still: your smile, a soft gold thread
sewing bright moments to the dark’s cold chain.
Stanza 2
But let the floorboards swallow what they held—
let each sharp echo of your voice turn grey,
like embers crumbling when the fire’s quelled,
all joy and ache reduced to dust and clay.
Let time unspool the tales we used to tell,
till every trace of you melts clean away.
Stanza 3
Let stars above forget their ancient spell
of mapping paths your feet once walked below;
let wind erase your name from hill and dell,
let earth fold closed where your warm presence grew.
Let no one search for what we knew so well—
let all of you lie deep where only roots can grow...🌚✨02142026 ©LanZhan 安娜·梅·德拉·奇纳 안나 메이 델라 차이나...🇨🇳:1005:805:17
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