In twilight’s shroud, where shadows entwine,
I clutch a thread, made by grief’s design,
Whispers woven, faint and fine,
As you dissolve from my grasp, like stars that decline.

Each string I hold, a mournful song,
A melody where joy once belonged.
Now it fades, where shadows prolong,
The ache of memories, deep and strong.

You float, a comet through a dimming expanse,
Carrying fragments of our connection, caught in a trance.
With every soft tug, I tremble, entranced,
Caught in the waltz of this mournful long-forgotten dance.

My fingers like ivy, entwined in the night,
Clutch memories, fragile, like moths in their flight.
Each heartbeat a reminder, a flickering light,
In the fabric of absence, love grows, ignites.

Your laughter, once vibrant, now muted and hushed,
Faded in the midnight, in silence it’s crushed.
With each gentle release, my heart feels the rush,
As colors of innocence begin to rust.

Though the heavens embrace you in ethereal flight,
I linger in echoes, cloaked in the night.
For love is a labyrinth, both heavy and tight,
Where I search for your presence with the loss of light.

Yet deep in this darkness, where memories swell,
I gather the fragments, each piece a farewell.
For in every heartbeat, where silence dwells,
Your spirit remains, a riddle, a spell.