Each time new lovers cross my gaze,
my thoughts drift to echoes of us—
those tender days, that fragile voyage,
and vows spun of stars, never meant to last.
Strange, isn’t it? How my heart still waits
for the one who vanished into silence.
#poem
my thoughts drift to echoes of us—
those tender days, that fragile voyage,
and vows spun of stars, never meant to last.
Strange, isn’t it? How my heart still waits
for the one who vanished into silence.
#poem
