In the whisper of the moonlit night,
Where shadows dance in pale twilight,
Our hearts once beat in perfect rhyme,
Now lost in echoes, out of time.
Your touch, a ghost upon my skin,
A memory that fades within,
The silent tears that gently fall,
Mark the distance of it all.
Walking paths we used to tread,
With heavy steps and words unsaid,
The winds of change, a bitter song,
Remind me where we don’t belong.
Yet in the silence, love will stay,
A gentle whisper, night and day,
Though parted by the hands of fate,
Our hearts, in echoes, resonate.