Should I drown you in silence or crown you in song?
Why do I still not know, after all that's gone wrong?
As the days drift slowly past,
Only your memories seem to last.
These places whisper, they haunt my mind,
The people stare, their looks unkind.
I’m scared to walk where we once stood,
To face the love I meant for good.
I dreamt we’d age, hand in hand,
You as the queen, I as your man.
But time, it never claimed its toll—
For me, you still complete the whole.
The present begs for something new,
But my heart still beats for you.
Each fragment of our history,
So full of joy and mystery.
I want to keep it all, intact,
Hidden deep, with every pact.
This poem—just for you to see.
Unless you’d rather set it free.
Then never tell me what took place—
Let me remember your honest face.
The thought of losing you for good
Tears my soul more than it should.
Could we rewind, correct the wrongs,
Undo the silence, rewrite our songs?
That bliss is gone, it slipped away—
No more waking by you each day.
A moment I would always cherish,
Now just memories that slowly perish.
It could have been a life so bright,
You and me, both crowned in light.
If only silence weren’t mistaken
For love neglected and forsaken.
I’ve loved no one else, nor will I start,
You were, and are, the beat of my heart.
You’re my Ellie, I your Fredricksen,
A truth I never voiced to anyone.
We’d build a home, brick by brick,
Love would rise, strong and thick.
But now you’re gone, and life’s a fray,
A battlefield I face each day.
I breathe, I move, I wear my skin—
But thriving, love, is not within.
So farewell now, my wind, my sail—
I turn alone to face the gale.