In the quiet of the evening’s gentle sigh,
When whispers of the past softly unfold,
I see the shadows of our love pass by,
A tale of warmth now growing cold.

The stars above seem distant and unclear,
Yet in their glow, I trace the steps we took,
Each moment shared, now distant, disappears,
A chapter closed in life’s unwritten book.

Amidst the echoes of what used to be,
I gather strength to face the coming dawn,
For in this parting, painful though it be,
A seed of hope and healing can be drawn.

Though love departs, its essence lingers still,
In memories that time cannot erase,
And in my heart, a space it yet will fill,
A tender touch, an ever-loving trace.