Once, love bloomed like a gentle tide,
Affection ran deep, no need to hide.
Hearts entwined, soft whispers stayed,
In warm embraces, memories laid.
Then came the drift, slow yet sure,
Attachment faded, fragile, unsure.
Winds of change, a quiet release,
Detachment whispered, granting peace.
No more longing, no more ties,
Just open roads and endless skies.
What once was home now feels so far,
Yet light still glows in every scar.
The past, a shadow, a lesson learned,
In silent embers, the fire burned.
No weight to carry, no strings remain,
Just open skies after the rain.
~ Aarti [March 2025]