Silent Lessons of the Cosmos

 When we ceased to converse, shockwaves tore my core,

In the midst of myriad voices, yours I sought more and more.

With each silent day, reconciling with the void so vast,

Wondering if the universe, its lessons, had cast.

Might this be a cosmic teaching, mysterious and profound,

To prepare you to navigate life's vast expanse, unbound?

Teaching you to embrace solitude, to find strength on your own,

So you won't yearn for my voice, won't feel alone when I'm gone.

As the days roll forward, acceptance softly creeps,

Yet in the quiet corners, our shared memory leaps.

Hope lingers, that someday our words might reunite,

But until then, I cherish our past, as I move into the night.

Whispers of Absence

 In life’s grand ballet, amidst a crowd’s embrace,

Your silence leaves an echoing, hollow space.

Once, loneliness was but a foreign tune,

Now, it hums loudly, every afternoon.

Each sunrise, my gaze turns to the silent phone,

Hoping for a text, a call, a sign you’ve not flown.

Yet as sunsets paint stories of another day gone,

I wonder if I’m becoming a solitary pawn.

Perhaps with time, I’ll grow accustomed to this void,

And memories of our talks will be subtly destroyed.

I grasp, I understand, healing’s delicate grace,

Yet I fear the chasm widening, at this very pace.

For what if, in time’s relentless stride,

Life without your voice becomes the tide?

Will our shared laughter, our tales, our spree,

Simply fade, becoming history’s distant tree?

Yet, deep within, a hope persists and thrives,

That our bond will survive life’s turbulent dives.

But if not, if silence is our destined end,

I’ll cherish our memories, my absent friend.