In twilight’s gentle glow, I wander near the edge,
where whispers of the evening to the night do pledge.
A path of shadows lengthens, drawing me away,
into the heart of distance, where memories lay.
The echoes of our laughter, like whispers in the breeze,
will linger in the silence, entwined in twilight’s ease.
The sky, a silent witness to the stories left behind,
holds the hues of moments that in my heart unwind.
Though words may fade to silence in the distance vast,
the threads of our connection in my soul are cast.
With every step that carries me beyond our shared embrace,
know that I’ll miss the haven of our familiar place.
The stars will speak in whispers, the moon in knowing sighs,
of all the warmth and wonder that within your spirit lies.
And though the road may take me where I can’t return,
the glow of what we cherished in my heart will burn.
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