In the creased edges of time, your voice, echoing, becomes a cipher of emotions untamed. The desires, like waves upon the forgetting sands, crash, retreat, and repeat—a relentless symphony—a forgotten melody of us.
I wander, tracing the steps of the ancients, on shores where our laughter once intertwined with the salt of the sea. The breeze whispers—softly, gently—and my heart, a broken record, plays the tune of your eyes.
Moonlit dances in silent ballrooms—phantoms of yesteryears—twirling shadows painted in shades of melancholy. I reach for the stars, for the constellations we named together, yet they slip through fingers like promises made in dreams beneath painted skies.
Remember the echoes of the ciphers? You've always understood when words failed us.