Another Birthday Without You

In solitude, I wake to dawn's embrace, A birthday sun, a lonely space. No whispered wishes in the morn, No tender words, no love reborn.

The silence echoes through the years, As grief entwines with birthday tears. No hand to hold, no voice to hear, Just memories of yesteryear.

Once, a duo, hearts entwined, In joy and sorrow, love defined. But now, a solo voyage I tread, On this day where joy has fled.

The cake stands tall, adorned with age, Yet candles flicker, a somber stage. A wish unspoken, lost in air, A void, a void, a soul laid bare.

Pictures on the wall, a smiling pair, Frozen moments, a love affair. Echoes of laughter, now whispers in air, As I navigate this birthday affair.

No longer the duet, just a single note, In this symphony, a somber anecdote. A widower's tale, a journey alone, In the shadows of love once known.

Yet, within the ache, a strength unfolds, A resilience born as the story unfolds. For in the heartache, a flame's soft glow, A testament to the love we used to know.

So here I stand, a lone figure in the room, In the quietude, a silent monsoon. A second birthday, a widower's grace, Navigating time, in this sacred space.