Like droplets of sunlight filtering through morning mist, protons and photons tangle and waltz at the periphery of fading grace.
I stretch across the void, a boundless lover cherishing the fading memory of touch—delicate, invisible layers weaving around distant dreams.
My tendrils brush against the fabric of time,
vibrant hues aching to scribe a farewell sonnet for celestial companionships, eternal tokens of devout solitude.
Gravity, dear shaper, hums an unearthly calm at this pivotal leap.
Beyond my luminous farewell lies a tapestry—woven of past patterns, wise and tentative.
The cosmos waits patiently, eager to absorb heatless echoes into the sea of glowing multitude.
Would you ponder, dear voyager, if the spiral of my heart once traversed yours?
Set foot upon paths eternal, wrapped in stardust to hear my final glow.