**The 22nd day of Love's decree** My pen once danced, light as air, Now it drags, burdened with despair. Writing, my refuge, my sacred space, Now feels empty, lost in place. My fears whisper, creeping near, Their voices loud, yet unclear. Swallowed whole by doubt and pain, I ask myself—what’s to blame? I check my phone, the date stares back, The 22nd—love’s cruel track. A year ago, you walked away, Leaving me to the dark’s embrace. Your words still echo, sharp and deep, A melody I wish to keep. But ink won’t spill, my hands won’t move, My soul still lingers, lost in you. You were the spark, the light, the guide, The warmth I felt when lost inside. Now love’s month feels cold and bare, An empty room, a hollow stare. Should I quit? Should I let go? But then I hear your voice say “No.” For once, someone believed in me, And that’s a truth I still can see. So on this night, I sit alone, Memories carved in heart and bone. My pen is heavy, my words confined, Yet I pray one day, I’ll find my shine. *_INSPIREVERSE_*📚✨