In the stillness of a dwindling summer,
I trace the outline of what was once only our world—
Two silhouettes dancing in the afterglow of youth.
We spoke in secret whispers,
Believing in the permanence of our dreams,
As if time could freeze in the warmth of your embrace.
Yet the seasons drifted,
And with them, the clarity of our words.
The once-vibrant colors of our love
Turned to muted shades,
Lost among the remnants of forgotten promises.
We grew apart like the strands of a once-tethered thread,
Our conversations now echo in an empty room.
The hope we clung to turned into a ghost,
Haunting the outskirts of a memory that refuses to let go.
Now, as I stand alone in the picture of what we were,
The world stretches out in foggy hues of grey.
The weight of our past presses heavy,
And I am left to wander through the ruins,
Searching for pieces of a love
That no longer fits the shape of who I am becoming.
