Our Incomplete Story

In the silence of the night, I whisper your name,

So close yet so distant, like a moth to a flame.

Our story unfolds, a tapestry unwritten,

Yet the threads of our love have begun to be smitten.

Not every sky finds a horizon so bright,

True love, my dear, often fades out of sight.

You were the color, the grace of my soul,

But like grains of sand, you’ve slipped from my hold.

On the sands of time, you wrote my name,

Then vanished away, leaving only the pain.

The paradise we built now shadows of dreams,

In the echoes of laughter, silence now screams.

A confession to set an innocent free,

Yet in doing so, I lose what’s left of me.

They say a true love story never sees an end,

But in this moment, my heart cannot mend.

The fragrance of memories haunts the still air,

A promise of togetherness too fragile to bear.

The moon and the sun, forever in flight,

Waiting for dawn in the heart of the night.

I sit in this car, lost in despair,

Longing for moments when you were still there.

Our incomplete story, etched deep in my heart,

A tale of two souls, forever apart.