Cupid & Psyche- Part 3

 Threads of the Unclaimed 

The stars hang low, trembling,

As if they, too, mourn the love that will never be.

Cupid stands at the edge of a gilded balcony.

His golden wings dulled, clipped by the weight of a promise he cannot keep.

Another woman holds his heart now...someone mortal, tender, undeserving.

Yet fate demanded it.

He touches her hand, feels the warmth,

But every pulse whispers Psyche’s name.

Psyche walks alone through a city of shadows and roses.

Her heart freshly scarred from a toxic love,

Love that came after Cupid's—her forgotten one,

Its tendrils are still curling around her nostrils.

She can smell the foul odor....

Yet, she searches for the blurred face in crowded streets.

Hungry for a touch, a spark, a reminder of what was,

or what could have been...

But the fire in her soul finds no reflection.

Every glance is empty, every whisper a ghost.

They exist in parallel worlds.

Close enough to ache,

Distant enough to never collide.

When she dreams, she feels a bow strung across her chest,

An arrow quivering with longing she cannot name.

When he closes his eyes, he sees her in every shadow,

In every shimmer of light,

But cannot reach her...not in this life, not in this fate.

Once, they thought desire could bend destiny.

Once, they believed passion could defy Saturn's return.

But fate is older than love, colder than wings,

and it whispers its cruelest truth:

Not every fire burns together.

Not every soul finds its twin.

Cupid kisses her memory in the silence of the night.

With a benediction and a curse,

While Psyche presses her palm against the ghost of a heart

that once belonged to him.

They are free in the sense that fate cannot bind them.

Yet prisoners in the sense that nothing else will claim their fire 

or burn with the same intensity ever.

Love exists—but never for them.

or never together.

Psyche longs for the warmth of a hand that will never return.

For the thrill of a spark that has been devoured by ill fate.

Cupid bears a quiet ache beneath every smile he offers to another.

The ghost of her lips was burning behind his eyes.

And so the universe spins,

Witnessing to a love that never belonged to the world,

Yet left indelible marks on hearts

that will wander forever,

Searching

For something new,

Or perhaps

For the echo of an old flame

that cannot be reclaimed.

©® Farheen Akter Bhuian Nancy 

Time Frame: 3.32 am, Tagar, MIST, mirpur Cantonment. 

Note: 

This ending leaves both in eternal longing, tragic but deeply mythic....love exists in memory and desire, but fate forbids their union.