In the quiet hush of morning light,
Two souls stand on the edge of time.
Bound by dreams and whispered hopes,
Yet now they face the parting rhyme.

The road ahead splits into two,
Each step a word unsaid.
Memories linger in the air,
Of laughter shared and tears once shed.

Though distance grows and shadows fall,
The bond remains, a gentle thread.
Invisible ties that weave through days,
Connecting hearts, though journeys spread.

In every dawn, a new beginning,
A chance to find another way.
Yet in the silence of the night,
Their echoes softly stay.