From golden echoes of laughter's embrace,
To ghostly murmurs, time can't retrace.
No footprints remain where we used to roam,
The wind has carried you far from home.

I wait for dawn with a hopeful plea,
To wake to your words like waves to the sea.
But silence lingers where warmth once breathed,
A tether undone, a bond mislaid.

From midnight rivers that ran untamed,
To puddles left in daylight's claim.
Once a deluge, now just a drip,
A drought where echoes used to slip.

The moon once lingered, hung on our words,
Now it wanes, a ghost unheard.
Seasons turned, the tide withdrew,
Leaves still fall—but not to mourn.