Whispers

The breeze carries whispers of your name,

Soft echoes that linger in the air,

Memories like stars in the night,

Glowing with love beyond reach,

Fingers brush empty skies,

Chasing what was mine,

But still you fly,

Unheld dream,

Gone, but

Here.

Postscript:

Sometimes, love slips through our grasp, leaving only the memory of what could have been. Even when we can’t hold onto it, the feeling remains, echoing in the quiet spaces of our hearts