In the quiet of the final hour,
We stand on edges undefined,
Where moments stretch and time devours,
The bonds that once our hearts entwined.

The echoes of our laughter fade,
In hallways of forgotten dreams,
Where shadows of our choices played,
Amidst the silent, breaking seams.

Yet, in the space where longing sighs,
A warmth persists, a gentle glow,
That lights the path of our goodbyes,
In whispers soft, the heart still knows.

Though distance lays its quiet claim,
And paths diverge like rivers wide,
The echoes of a whispered name,
Remain forever by our side.