You're the tower that collapsed in my life,

An edifice of strength crumbling into a storm of dust.

The echo of your fall reverberates through the hollow chambers of my heart,

A poignant reminder of a past intertwined.

In the aftermath, I traverse the ruins of our shared history,

Stumbling over the skeletal remains of our promises, once cast in iron.

Yet, being blanketed by the dust of your departure does not deter me,

Rather, it illuminates a path lined with shards of our shattered reflections.

In the echo of your downfall, I hear the birth cry of a nebula,

Its celestial grief punctures the silence of my solitude.

Each explosion is a shared memory, each particle a piece of our saga,

I find myself in the debris of us, in the cosmic dance of loss and discovery.

In the bleak canvas of your absence, I trace your silhouette,

Each stroke is fueled by the embers of our extinguished flame.

And as I approach the edges of your shadow, I realize,

Your collapse was not my end but my metamorphosis.

As time turns the page, my soul longs for an ancient place deep within your bones,

I crave a home that I do not remember, yet my soul screams for it.

You’re the echo of a million moments, a symphony in my heart that serenades my soul throughout the day.

I am but a wanderer, eternally yearning for the unwritten chapters of you and I.

In the ruins of my heart, you were the cataclysm,

An earthquake that fractured the bedrock of my being.

Your departure, a silent storm raging through my veins,

Leaving in its wake a landscape of longing and unspoken words.

In the rubble, I found fragments of our shared sky,

Stars of laughter, meteors of whispered promises, now but silent echoes.

A constellation of memories swirling in the black hole of your absence,

A celestial map charting the course of our bygone dance.

Yet, amidst the devastation, a new rhythm pulses,

A faint heartbeat, the echo of a distant universe being born.

In the wreckage of our love, I find the seeds of rebirth,

Each pulse is a testament to resilience; each beat is a verse in my new song.

As I navigate this internal apocalypse, I understand,

Your departure, though painful, was but a cosmic reordering.

A supernova of transformation, birthing galaxies of self-discovery,

In the aftermath, I am not the ruin;

I am the explorer.