Scars of feelings

Everyone leaves, sooner or later,
Into the silence of dreams and oblivion.
Clouds from the sky loom ominous,
Ignorant of your silent tears.

Clouds will lighten, but joy fades,
Like the night that sleeps in the chest of drawers.
The silent creaking of doors echoes,
A haunting reminder of what's lost.

Fatigue arrives, bringing evening,
Our future-past losses in its wake.
You are the most beautiful in the world,
I swear it, with all my heart.

Scars of our feelings' wounds remain,
On the soul, like on the body, in pain.
On a dark night, someone will say,
"It's sad without you, believe me, so."

A dry wind lifts a leaf,
Rain from the ground washes away sorrow.
Tire tracks and screeching brakes wake,
Sweat on my forehead, a whispered farewell.

But spring will come, and my heart
Will fill with warmth again, like a new day.
Don't let the past return,
Let's remember our old home.

In silence, where pain and sorrow cease,
You'll hear a whisper, soft and clear:
"Don't forget," etched in every day,
Your face bright, like a memory of spring.