In the night's tender embrace, where shadows dance with moonlight, I find fragments of us, whispers of a bygone day.
Is this a dream, or is it your touch that lingers as a warm sorcery across the canvas of my yearning heart? I wonder in the quietude of my enkindled solitude.
Your presence bends time, untangling seams of yesterdays that hold our soft longing. Each heartbeat a marred refrain, weaving a fragile tapestry between what was and what could still rise.
With every sigh, I pour wistful wonder into an ocean; its shorelines are your eyes, deep pools in infinite constellations sketched against the velvet sky.