Past Love

 They bloomed beside each other once in time,

Two gentle hearts in parallel repose.

No need for vows, no reason, nor a rhyme—

Just closeness held as softly as a rose.

Now petals curve in separate, quiet arcs,

Their faces turned as if in silent prayer.

The space between them whispers faded sparks,

Not lost, but resting in the evening air.

No storm, no fall, no cruel or harsh goodbye—

Just tenderness that learned to let things be.

A love not gone, but settled in the sky,

Like stars that shine for those who choose to see.

 So let it rest where quiet hearts have bled,

A bloom once kissed, now glowing gold and red.