
The energy of human connection,
Never created or destroyed.
Converted to another form after death,
Stored in the deep recesses of memory.
Only to emerge as love transcending space and time.
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The energy of human connection,
Never created or destroyed.
Converted to another form after death,
Stored in the deep recesses of memory.
Only to emerge as love transcending space and time.
As the darkness of night descends,
The memories of you throw shadows on my mind.
Then . . . the sudden stabbing pain in my heart.
The shadows dissolve into the dark emptiness of loss.
Where did your vibrant life force go?
I seek it in the stillness of the night.
Death shatters our illusion of permanence.
My suffering trying to accept your nonexistence,
Strengthens the bond of a lifetime of memories.
Where do I direct the love I have for you?
It is tapping on my soul trying to let the light in.