In the quiet whisper of the evening breeze,
Lies a tale of parting, gentle and free.
Shadows dance beneath a silver moon,
As hearts learn to let go, far too soon.

The stars overhead speak of journeys new,
Guiding souls through skies vast and blue.
Memories linger like echoes in time,
Softly fading, like a distant chime.

With each breath, release the tethered dreams,
Allow them to drift on endless streams.
As dawn breaks with its gentle glow,
We find strength in the art of letting go.

In the tender arms of the unknown,
We embrace the silence, no longer alone.
For in the end, what remains is light,
And the courage to face the coming night.