In a world of forgotten tales,
where time blurs on foreign pages,
there are loves that let go
even when hands refuse,
like an ancient manuscript that tears,
leaving an echo of its story in the air.

I let you go,
even as my heartbeats resonate
in the echo of your words,
a language only we understand,
two souls moving between eras,
nothing is common between us,
like dancing shadows in a painting
that no one else can appreciate.

In this labyrinth of thoughts,
where the present intertwines with the past,
I feel an invisible thread that binds us,
a connection that defies logic,
like a history book narrating
a forbidden passion,
where chapters close,
but the plot never dies.

I let you go,
not because I want to,
but because fate has drawn us parallel paths,
painted with colors that do not mix,
though every stroke of your being calls me,
like a lighthouse in the dark night.

And still,
this distance is not an end,
but a space to grow,
a rehearsal on life’s stage
where we both learn to be
more than we were,
to find meaning in what cannot be.

For I know that even though we are not together,
though our worlds are different,
the thread remains,
invisible but unbreakable,
waiting for the moment
when history reunites us,
like two pieces of a puzzle
destined to fit
in a universe where differences
are just the shadows dancing
in the light of our connection.

#InvisibleThreads
© lilithP