In the quiet of the midnight hour,
I search for your shadow in the moon’s glow,
Each star a distant reminder,
Of moments shared, now echoes in the night.

The wind carries whispers of your name,
Across the vast, silent skies,
Every rustle of leaves a gentle nudge,
In the garden of our memories.

Time stretches like a river unknown,
Its current pulling us apart,
Yet in its depths, I find traces,
Of your laughter, your warmth, your light.

In dreams, your presence is a fleeting whisper,
A soft touch that lingers at dawn,
Until the morning sun rises,
And I awaken to solitude once more.