In the shadowed halls of crystalline reverie,
where notes once danced like flickering stars,
our shadows sculpted in silent twilight,
the minus-one tune of our forgotten serenade.
Love, a fragile glass spun in warps and bends,
each echo — a distorted truth lingering,
a laugh, a cry, a single heartbeat lost
in the pauses between breaths, deeply inhaled.
Wandering through these halls of twisted glass,
I chase the glimpse of who we were meant to be.
Here, the melody we once wove finds its voice again,
a whisper carried on waves of empty longing.
Engage this dance of heartbeats on the horizon's brink,
or lose yourself in the fractured arcs of time.
Remember, the gem of past nights sparkles dimly,
seen only in the mirror's playful tease.