Resonance
It has been a month since this piece was written. In truth, it was never meant to stand alone as a poem confined to quiet reading—it was shaped more like a song, something to be carried by a voice, to be felt in rhythm and breath rather than merely understood in stillness.
It came from a fleeting moment, such as from the presence of someone whose aura once felt undeniably warm—almost like love in its purest, most effortless form. There was a certain pull, an ease that made everything seem real, unquestionable, and gently consuming. But as time unfolded, that feeling revealed itself to be something else entirely—an illusion, subtle and persuasive, irresistible at first, yet quietly laced with an unspoken ache.
This piece holds that contradiction: the beauty of something that felt undeniably true, and the quiet suffering that followed when it revealed itself otherwise. Why is it that such warmth can feel so steady, so certain at first—only to fade into something uncertain and difficult to name? Strange, isn’t it? That a connection can carry the resonance of love, yet not possess the strength to uphold it, nor even resemble it for long. It does not seek to define what was real or unreal, but rather to preserve the emotion as it existed in that moment—whole, convincing, and deeply felt.
Perhaps that is why it leans toward music rather than mere words. This writer may've trying best to have it a "poem" that's to be spoken, maybe got used to writing poems the way invoke incantations and prayers "enough to bring comfort to the suffering, yet some emotions are too fluid, too elusive to be contained within mere lines alone; they ask to be heard, to be sung, to linger beyond the page. Pardon the thought, if it feels a little heavy, or if it carries a softness that lingers longer than expected. It is simply a reflection—of something that once felt like love, even if it was never meant to last.
It came from a fleeting moment, such as from the presence of someone whose aura once felt undeniably warm—almost like love in its purest, most effortless form. There was a certain pull, an ease that made everything seem real, unquestionable, and gently consuming. But as time unfolded, that feeling revealed itself to be something else entirely—an illusion, subtle and persuasive, irresistible at first, yet quietly laced with an unspoken ache.
This piece holds that contradiction: the beauty of something that felt undeniably true, and the quiet suffering that followed when it revealed itself otherwise. Why is it that such warmth can feel so steady, so certain at first—only to fade into something uncertain and difficult to name? Strange, isn’t it? That a connection can carry the resonance of love, yet not possess the strength to uphold it, nor even resemble it for long. It does not seek to define what was real or unreal, but rather to preserve the emotion as it existed in that moment—whole, convincing, and deeply felt.
Perhaps that is why it leans toward music rather than mere words. This writer may've trying best to have it a "poem" that's to be spoken, maybe got used to writing poems the way invoke incantations and prayers "enough to bring comfort to the suffering, yet some emotions are too fluid, too elusive to be contained within mere lines alone; they ask to be heard, to be sung, to linger beyond the page. Pardon the thought, if it feels a little heavy, or if it carries a softness that lingers longer than expected. It is simply a reflection—of something that once felt like love, even if it was never meant to last.
I
When will your love resonate
After weeks of fallout?
After all the messages
Left in shadows of doubt
Words that fell like evening rain
On questions I can’t outrun
Echoes in the quiet
Of something left undone
Your beauty used to linger
Like perfume in the air
Now it’s watered by the questions
You never chose to share
You were springtime in my mind
Made my restless thoughts align
In my work and in my days
You were music through the haze
But the past came rushing in
Like a tide beneath my skin
I thought you’d take me to the stars
Now I’m drifting where you are
II
When did all the charm fade out?
When did wonder turn unsure?
Every glance that once felt warm
Now I’m trying to endure
Your gaze made me think afar
Dream beyond the open sky
Now it’s silence in between
Every reason why
I was drowning in the moment
That I thought was real
Reaching for the heavens
Through the way you made me feel
You were springtime in my mind
Made my restless thoughts align
In my work and in my days
You were music through the haze
But the past came rushing in
Like a tide beneath my skin
I thought you’d take me to the stars
Now I’m drifting where you are
III
Pardon me if I believed
In the fire of your flame
Warmth that felt like sanctuary
Now it whispers pain
Call it strange, I understand
This was never meant to stay
But your memory still lingers
In a softer way
Not forever, not quite love
Still enough to make me wonder
Why I look up at the night
Just to hold your thunder
You were springtime in my mind
Left a trace I cannot hide
In the rhythm of my nights
You’re a fading neon light
Though I know it wasn’t true
There’s a warmth I can’t undo
Every time I see the stars
I remember who you are