Evenings settle upon my windowsill
leaving trails of silver through the air
Your warmth drifts like an unseen tide
resting softly in the places you once cared
Pages turn within the heart’s old book
ink faint yet never erased by time
Each word carved from a trembling truth
still rises steady in its ageless rhyme
Moonlight gathers over fragile dreams
bathing sorrow in a gentler shade
Every moment shaped by love remains
a keepsake no distance can persuade
I wander through the hush you left behind
a tender field your presence understands
Every breath leads me home again
to the quiet place between your hands