Eternal Echoes

In the quiet hours when the moon stands still,

I trace the echoes of a love that fills

Each empty space where shadows softly blend,

A love that knew no bounds, that would not bend.

Your voice, a melody that haunts the night,

Lingers in the breeze, a faint, lost light.

In every corner where memories reside,

I find you waiting, always by my side.

The world, it moves, but time has paused for me,

Caught in the web of what was meant to be.

The laughter shared, the tears we did not cry,

A life entwined, now whispered to the sky.

Yet in the heart’s deep chamber, you remain,

A pulse within the pulse, a sweet refrain.

Though loss has carved its mark upon my soul,

Love’s tender glow has made the broken whole.

And as the dawn paints hope upon the morn,

I hold you close, though we are worlds apart,

For love like ours transcends the realms of time,

A dance eternal, where our spirits climb.

Postscript:

Even in the face of loss, love remains an unbroken thread, weaving its way through the fabric of our lives, reminding us of the connections that endure beyond time and space.