In whispered tones, the heart must grieve,
For every moment we can't retrieve.
A gentle hand slips from my grasp,
In silence deep, I learn to clasp
The echoes of a tender past
Each memory a shadow cast.
Yet through the veil of aching pain,
I find the strength in loss's reign.
Goodbye is not an end alone;
It sculpts our souls with softer stone.
As petals fall from withered blooms,
New life ignites amidst the glooms.
From sorrow's depths springs healing light,
A flicker born of shared delight.
Though tangled roots may bind us tight,
We'll tend our wounds until they're bright.
So here I stand at dusk's embrace,
With heavy heart but open space
To let affection's softened grace
In every tear and lingering trace.
Let time unfold its quiet wings;
In absence sing what solace brings.
As shadows fade into the vast,
I hold your spirit the love we cast.
And so goodbye becomes a thread
Woven through tears that never shed;
It binds together what must heal
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