Unraveling Shadows: The Haunting Truth Behind “Fading…” by Joanne J.
Isn’t it curious how silence can sometimes whisper louder than words ever could? Here, in the quiet aftermath of love’s bruising storms, we find a solitude that’s as much a refuge as it is a thorn. Imagine the bittersweet tension of waiting for a ring that promises nothing but familiar heartbreak — a cruel loop of deception, empty promises, and the sting of disappointment. Yet, within this stillness, there’s a fragile power: the ability to rest, reflect, and perhaps even reclaim some sense of control. This poem captures that jagged edge of love’s ebb and flow, where hope and resignation dance side by side, making us wonder—how much of ourselves do we dare to hold onto when the game is rigged against us? Dive into this evocative exploration of longing, loss, and the uneasy peace that comes from accepting that sometimes… either way, we lose.
The solitude that is mine now, is bittersweet.
As the day progresses into evening, imagine the sound of your ring on
my phone.
knowing that if it comes, I am set up for another deception,
another lie,
another empty promise.
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