As your smoldering ember
in the hearth of my heart grew cold,
Our story ended before it could be told.
You turned into a winter sun,
Unable to rekindle the spark long gone,
setting into the blurred horizon of our past;
You faded along
with the echo of our laughter
that didn’t last.
And I, the one whose radiance
dusks to sepia tones of nostalgia,
became a crescent...