Echoes of a Past Love

After a while, a call from the first lover came near,

A voice from the past, nostalgia and fear.

"How are you?" they asked, from an unknown number,

A message that stirred memories, like a hidden slumber.

How can one explain the hell they'd lived,

Each day, each breath, a battle for which they'd strived,

Tormented by cruel souls, trapped in their snare,

In the depths of despair, in the throes of their nightmare.

"I'm fine," they replied, hiding the emotional tide,

Suppressing the feelings, the tears they'd tried to hide.

Life, indeed, can be a harsh and bitter brew,

And in those moments, they felt the weight they knew.

Paim clutched their chest, against the wall they leaned,

Crying in solitude, as they always had, unseen.

The echoes of a past love, a story unresolved,

In the depths of their heart, where pain evolved.