Oh, those fingertips of twilight brush against the shadows of remembrance, tracing outlines of edges blurred, where once you lingered like a whisper in the air. Each breath pulls memories taut, a faint sigh caught in the silk of a trembling night.
You were nothing and everything—an echo, a fleeting touch, a phantom limb aching with sweet despair, where love once blossomed in the void of daydreams.
The constellations moan of your absence, a celestial lament stretching across luminous distances, while stars pulse their light, like my heart— yearning, twisted, and familiar; one shade longing for another, always reaching...
In the silence rests the specter of your laughter, undulating through the corners of a heart still alive with the heat of your echoes. Come, let us wander amongst the whispering winds, descend into the dreams of other nights, dance until the shadows embrace us once more.