The Last Letter
In the quiet hush of twilight’s fall,
I pen these words, a final call,
A whisper lost in shadows deep,
Where memories and sorrow sleep.
Your name, a breath on lips so cold,
Echoes of a love grown old,
Yet in the chambers of my heart,
Your presence lingers, never parts.
The days we danced in golden light,
Now veiled in endless, silent night,
I trace the lines of time’s cruel art,
The fading map of where we start.
The laughter that we wove like thread,
Now tangled in the tears we shed,
Each moment’s pulse, a fragile beat,
Now distant as the stars we greet.
Your eyes, a world of fleeting skies,
Reflect the tears I can’t disguise,
A love that’s gone, yet still remains,
A gentle ache in endless chains.
I lay this letter by the door,
Where shadows play and memories soar,
A final mark on pages white,
A last embrace before the night.
For in this twilight’s soft embrace,
I find your ghost in every place,
And though you’re gone, forevermore,
You’re etched upon my heart’s last shore.
So in this dusk, where shadows blend,
Know this is not where our love ends,
For though we part, and though we grieve,
In dreams of you, I still believe.
