The Infamous Loss
By Miguel Santiago
Lost love, the melancholy symphony of the heart, resides in the quiet corners of our souls, echoing with the poignant melodies of a dance left unfinished. It is the sad sky after a brief sunrise, the fading trace of touch once warm, and the silence that fills rooms once filled with laughter. The echoes of promises made and dreams shared linger like haunting melodies, forever tethered to the spaces they can no longer touch. Yet, through the hurt and emptiness, a silent metamorphosis transpires. The loss becomes a teacher, unfolding the depth of emotion our hearts are capable of, a testament to the heights we have ascended. Though painful, our lost love acts as a bittersweet muse, colouring our existence with a palette richer and deeper than before. It leaves us with the profound understanding that to have loved profoundly means to have lived intensely, for even the echoes of lost love contribute to the symphony of life.
