a Waning Heart

In shadows of questions, habits entwine,

A dance of mistakes, in time's design.

Veiled in routine, the unseen flaw,

A rhythm broken, in what was raw.

Change whispers softly, in shifting guise,

Where once was fire, now only sighs.

Love, a mist, a waning light,

Fading gently into the night.

Intimacy, a distant shore,

Where waves of passion roll no more.

Yet in the quiet, care remains,

A friendship's bond, in silent chains.

Beneath the surface, roots run deep,

Where secrets and silent promises keep.

But the heart's bloom wilts, unspoken, unheard,

In the quiet demise of a once vibrant word.

The tapestry weaves, threads come undone,

In the subtle dying of a setting sun.

Yet in this twilight, not all is lost,

As we reckon the love and its quiet cost.

In the cryptic dance of time and tide,

Where feelings wane and wants collide.

The relationship's whisper, a fading song,

In the gentle letting go, we find where we belong.