Touch me with the brush of your absence, an embrace stretching across dimensions.
Whispers wrap around the meandering thoughts, trapped in scintillating voids of beams reflected.
Your gaze carried away my breath, unraveling the knots of consciousness entwined in time.
Fragments of our conversations float in a ballet of echoes, tetherless yet almost tangible.
Inside these reverberations lies an undefined truth—love become ethereal, spelled in vibrations.
Are you aware? The shadows themselves speak your name, crisp underlining each sigh of abandoned dreams.
Silent prayers bleed between the scars of memories, crafting an artistry of what could have been.