Shadows stretch across the porch,
Where we once laughed and sang,
Now the evening whispers low,
And the memories just hang.
Dusty echoes of our love,
Dance in the fading light,
I wipe away these tears,
As I face the coming night.
The sunset paints the sky so red,
But my heart is feeling blue,
Every shade reminds me,
Of the dreams I had with you.
The porch creaks under the weight,
Of all the words we never said,
Now silence wraps around my heart,
Like a blanket, soft and dead.
The fireflies start to glow,
In the garden where we’d roam,
But this broken heart keeps yearning,
For a love that feels like home.
Each tear that falls like rain,
Tells the story of our loss,
What once was bright and beautiful,
Is now a heavy cross.
The sun dips low, a final bow,
And I sit here in despair,
Listening to the nightingale,
Singing songs of whispered prayer.
I cast a glance at empty chairs,
Where laughter used to flow,
But all that’s left is painful dreams,
And the dusk’s embracing glow.
So I’ll gather all my pieces,
And I’ll mend my broken soul,
Though the porch may feel lonely,
I’ll still learn to feel whole.
One day I’ll greet the sunrise,
With my heart unchained and free,
But tonight I’ll hold my memories,
And let the pain just be.
Blues
Broken, porch, sunset, tears, dusty