In the quiet hours of the night,
When the moon is high and bright,
I hear the whispers of our past,
A love that was too good to last.
Your smile, a fleeting memory,
A shadow in my reverie,
I reach for you, but youâre not there,
Just empty space and silent air.
The dreams we built, the plans we made,
Have all but faded, now a shade,
Of what was once a vibrant hue,
A love that felt so pure and true.
Yet in my heart, you linger still,
A wound that time can never heal,
For lost love leaves a lasting trace,
A ghost that time cannot erase.