Once, we danced in the twilight’s gentle embrace,
Our hearts beating as one, in a tender, silent race.
The stars above whispered secrets of dreams,
And love, it seemed, was a river of endless streams.

But seasons change and so do we,
The vibrant hues of passion, now a muted plea.
The laughter that echoed in moonlit nights,
Fades like shadows in the morning light.

Now, silence fills the spaces between our words,
A quiet distance where once love soared like birds.
The dreams we wove, now fragile and torn,
Lost in the echoes of a love forlorn.

Yet, in this fading, there’s a gentle grace,
A chance to find ourselves, to embrace new space.
For love that fades, though it brings sorrow,
Makes room for hope, for a brighter tomorrow.