My heart still clings to your memory,
A whisper of moonlight tangled in shadowed reverie.
I wander, I lose myself in my story,
While deep within, my heart is shivery.
Yet the mind fights tides of forgetfulness,
Seeking solace in memories’ gentle caress.
I turn around in all this mess,
Chaos inside me I must confess.
My freedom imprisoned,
A thought had trickled.
Where am I? What am I?
Beneath the moon’s pale witness, I silently sigh.
As silver beams trace the echoes of goodbye,
The stars murmur secrets I dare not tell.
In this fragile night where memories dwell,
The wind carries whispers of what used to be,
A moonstruck farewell drifting silently over me.
Yet as the silver light kisses the edges of my pain,
I feel a fleeting warmth, like sunlight after rain.
The shadows fade, my heart softens in the lunar glow,
A whispered promise that even loss can grow.