Ruins

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.