Johns Place

A whisper lingers in April’s air,
Pure and tender, love beyond compare.
In every breath, hearts softly align,
Radiant as stars in the nighttime shine.

In the warmth of your embrace, I dwell,
Love’s sweet echo, an endless spell.
Hopes rise, like flowers in bloom,
Every moment with you dispels the gloom.

Our love, eternal, a fire so bright,
Uniting us in the soft moonlight.
So here, beneath the April sky,
Endless is love, as you and I.

In the quiet hours, when the world is still,
I hear your laughter in the evening chill.
A whisper, a memory, soft as the breeze,
Brushing my heart like the rustling of trees.

The stars tonight, they glow in vain,
For without your light, they cannot sustain.
The moon, though bright, seems pale and cold,
Without your warmth for me to hold.

Each moment without you feels like a sigh,
A pause in the heartbeat of the sky.
Your absence lingers, soft yet strong,
Like the echo of an unfinished song.

I miss the way your eyes would gleam,
The way your smile colored my dream.
And though we’re apart, our love remains,
A fire that burns through distance and pains.

So until you’re here, my soul will wait,
In this space where love transcends fate.
And in the silence, I’ll find you near—
In every star, in every tear.

When you left, the sun turned gray,
The light we knew just slipped away.
Your footsteps faded, soft and slow,
Into a world I no longer know.

The air felt heavy, thick with grief,
Each moment stretched beyond belief.
The door that closed, so small, so wide,
Left an aching space I cannot hide.

Your laughter once, like summer’s breeze,
Now echoes faintly through the trees.
The silence now, a hollow sound,
Where love and joy no longer abound.

I search for you in crowded streets,
In every face my heart still beats.
But you are gone, a distant star,
A wish I made, now lost, so far.

Yet still, I hold the love we made,
Even as memories start to fade.
For though you left, the pain remains,
A bittersweet ghost that gently reigns.

Goodbye, my love, though words fall weak,
Against the storm of tears I cannot speak.
The world stands still as we let go,
Of all we dreamed, all we’d hoped to know.

Your hand in mine, for the last, soft time,
A fleeting touch, a final rhyme.
In your eyes, a thousand sunsets gleam,
Fading now like a distant dream.

We built our love on moments small,
A glance, a kiss, we had it all.
But time, it steals the light away,
Leaving us with just today.

I’ll carry you in every sigh,
In every star that lights the sky.
Though paths may part and hearts may ache,
Our love was real, it won’t forsake.

So here we stand, on the edge of night,
Letting go, but holding tight.
Goodbye, my love, though we must part,
You’ll forever live within my heart.

At thirteen, the world cracked wide and deep,
The day you left, I forgot how to sleep.
No longer a child, but not fully grown,
I stood in the space between lost and alone.

Your laughter, once strong, now echoes like air,
I reach for your hand, but it isn’t there.
The house feels smaller, but emptier still,
Time slows to a crawl, then speeds at its will.

There were no warnings, no time to prepare,
Just a silence that settled, a hollowed-out stare.
I waited for you, for a word, for a sign,
But all I could find was the absence of time.

The weight of goodbye, too heavy to hold,
I was just thirteen, and you were too old
To fight what had come, though you tried every day,
Now the sun shines, but in a different way.

I wish I had told you the things that I know,
Like how love can still grow in the shadow of “go.”
And though you’re not here in the ways that I need,
Your heart beats in mine, in my thoughts, in my seed.

The world cracked open, but I’ve learned to repair,
With fragments of memories, of times that we shared.
At thirteen, I lost you, but now I can see—
You left more than pain, you left pieces of me.

In Spain, the sun sets golden red,
But shadows fall where dreams have bled.
We walk the streets, you laugh, you smile—
Yet I know I’m a step behind all the while.

You talk of her with light in your eyes,
I hide my heart beneath clear skies.
Each word you speak, a bittersweet sting,
As I pretend the air doesn’t cling.

The beaches stretch, the ocean calls,
But it’s your voice that builds my walls.
For every glance I dare to steal,
You’re dreaming of someone more real.

In markets where the colors blaze,
I linger in your love’s soft haze.
While you’re caught in another’s arms,
I’m lost, adrift, in your quiet charms.

Spain shines bright, yet all I see
Is love, unspoken, dying in me.
You’ll never know, you’ll never guess—
That I’m the one who loved you best.