Unrequited Dreams

Empty chairs where we will never sit,
Holding hands, reminiscing.
Time stolen by an adversary
Too strong to be beaten.
You left too soon
Leaving me behind to find a new path.
Some days, the grief is the background static
Swirling around in my mind.
Just when I’m feeling steady in my journey,
The grief becomes a tsunami,
Tearing apart the stitches of my heart.
That’s grief, ever-changing.
And so I keep on walking,
Searching for the glimmers of beauty in
The world I walk without you.