there’s a hollow
where your voice once lived
a cold space where warmth
used to fill the air
I search for your reflection
in the places we left behind
but it’s always fading
slipping through my fingers like sand
you were my breath
now you’re just
the wind that whispers
a distant sound I cannot touch
I thought love was a fire
but here I stand
alone in the ashes
the smoke still stinging my eyes
I tried to hold you
with every piece of me
but you were already slipping
before I even knew you were gone
now there’s nothing but a silence
that I can’t escape
no sound that can fill
the space your absence carved
it’s funny how we hold on
until the holding feels like drowning
until the heart learns to let go
even when it isn’t ready
to breathe without you
The Creative Chic
The Creative Chic 
This was already a banger right from the beginning of the first line! I loved how you were unafraid to dive deeper into the darkness of this experience without apologies! I hope you know just how appreciated you are! ❤️🙂💞
Thank you and you are appreciated too! ❤️🙂💞
Stunningly beautiful and perfect. pp
Thank you so much, lovely to see you here 🙂
Thank you! Happy to be here. Tyler “sent” me. 🙂
Yes, I’ve seen you over there!
Beautifully penned Jennifer ❤️
Thank you, Maggie ❤️
There is so much depth in these lines.
The unrequitedness.
The erosion.
Love doesn’t always end in watershed moments. Sometimes is dissipates over time. Like a sunset. But Smoke Gets In Your Eyes “when a lovely flame dies.” But Emerson tells us to “trust thyself: every heart vibrates to that iron string.” So, lean on your heart. It will always guide you to the sublime. And maybe a shooting star can breathe new life into you…and your heart.
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Thank you for this comment. You have such depth to you, that’s quite lovely and inspiring.
feeling the depth of your heart, Jennifer❤️
Thank you, Cindy. That means a lot to me ❤️
Jennifer ❤️ you are very welcome
This is so beautiful, Jennifer!
Thank you so much!
This hits close to home, just went through a breakup on the Equinox and I wrote my last words to her, and now I’m just angry I can’t keep her, because I’m afraid of being alone, so I’ve been in a Punk mood
Ahh, I can understand that all too well. I know it may sound cliché but hang in there. It will get a little easier with time. Nice to meet you!