FADING

The eyes that once painted my skies,

are now fading like shadows at dusk.

Your memory tears, as all beauty does,

leaving fragments too fragile to trust.

My hands cling to remnants, brittle yet bright,

the echoes of laughter, the warmth of your light.

Moments once golden now slip through my grip,

a silent reel playing on endless repeat.

Each time I awaken, the choice looms clear,

to let you go and dissolve the ache.

To free myself from time’s cruel snare,

to quiet the storm and the space you take.

But surrender feels like the greater despair,

for the last thing I want is you not being there.

So I’ll dream of the art we left incomplete,

of promises whispered but lost in retreat.

The colors you gave now fade to gray,

and yet, as I weep, I let you slip away.

Muhammad Bin Shiraz  AS Level