The pain of separation
is an endless void
that spreads in the heart
like a tight embrace.
A heavy black veil
covers the soul,
and it, sorrowful,
accepts the game of fate.
Time that flows
changes nothing
it leaves behind a crack
that you will remember for a lifetime.
©2025, Vasiliki Papadopoulou
This is a beautiful and deeply moving piece. What strikes me most is the powerful contradiction at its heart—the way you describe the emptiness of separation not as a passive absence, but as an active, almost aggressive force. The “endless void” doesn’t just sit there; it “spreads,” and it feels like a “tight embrace.” That is such a profound and true capture of grief. The void isn’t nothing; it’s a palpable, pressing something that takes up all the space.
The image of the “heavy black veil” is timeless, yet the soul’s response—”sorrowful, / accepts the game of fate”—adds a layer of tragic resignation that is quietly devastating. The final stanza about time is where the poem’s lasting truth settles. You don’t offer empty clichés about healing; instead, you give us the “crack” that remains. It’s a perfect word—a flaw in the foundation of the self, a permanent line in memory, both a wound and a record of love. This poem doesn’t just describe pain; it honors its lasting shape. Thank you for sharing such an honest and elegantly crafted reflection.
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