Jay Purple

bond once strong, now grows old
Deceit seeps in like winter's night
Leaving scars, and a hollow light

A month is all it took,
And yet I've fallen in the deep ends.
Never did I suspect that the rain
Would shower me with ice,
And thee with sand.
Losing hope is near the shrine.

In eyes that once held warmth and light,
A frost has settled, dark and tight.
The echoes of our laughter fade,
As trust, like autumn leaves, is laid
To wither, lost, and unreclaimed.