In the silence after the stars have sung their lullaby,
I find your voice, woven into the fabric of my memory.
Shadows dance on walls where light dares not venture,
leaving imprints, remnants of dreams we've half-remembered.
Do you recall the moonlit conversations,
held between breaths and heartbeats in clandestine hours?
They slip through my fingers like grains of sand,
yet linger on the edges of my soul, like the perfume of unshed tears.