Tethered to the Past

A poem of absence and longing.

The silence lingers where your voice once stayed,
A warmth remembered, though the light has frayed.
I reach through shadows, chasing what won’t last,
A fragile tether binding present to past.

The sky leans heavy, yet I bear its fate,
Hope flickers faintly at a guarded gate.
Whether absence burns or devotion remains,
The heart still beats, though marked by gentle chains.

Line Count: 8
Prompt: Write a poem with two interpretations
Written for: "Bite Size Poetry Contest"