Whispers of Absence: A Symphony in the Dark

 Hello, my love.

 I inscribe these words from the textured and weary essence of darkness. Locked within the prison of a tear-stained night, the cobblestones of the brown city we once admired seared our faces, cracked our lips, and filled our eyes. Will my heart bleed anew upon your departure? Does your absence kindle a wildfire within me?

Fatigued, I've lost count of the nights without you. Unnamed and transformed to a point where recognition would provoke your flight and tears. I grapple with the incomprehensibility of our separation, my love. An apple illuminates my darkened room, a fusion of you and me, as a black and white memory lingers in my mind. The three-cent napkin that once touched your nose now smolders upon my heart.

Once more, I embody the role of the mischievous poet, armed with pen and paper, navigating the currents of longing. I ache to rest my head on your knees while you reciprocate the gesture, yet the yearning persists. The truth is, it was not you who broke my heart but wounded it, inadvertently. I swear, making you cry was never my intent. My words are mere echoes of your absence, leading to desolate dead ends.

Not anger, nor hate, but a melancholic sadness envelops me. Drowning in the tar of my cigarettes, I press my lips into the candle's wound you left for me, fading into the night, consumed by anguish. Whether you are absent, distant, or refusing to arrive, the toll of your absence lands like a heavy blow. The chasm that opened with your departure triggers a revolution within my heart.

As the clock strikes twelve to fifteen, I've executed my own demise, hanging in the solitude that engulfs me, A sip, I would say. How would you know that I will love you? I will perish if you don't come. Broken melodies echo in my room, revealing even the death anthems of my heart. Silence ensues, my head shakes, and my descent continues, engulfing you in the inferno of my despair.Just a few lines remain. I implore you to come and bring an end to this agony. I will love you because you are not here, but now that you've build a wall between us I promise to get up again and stain it in your favorite color.