Love’s Soft Whisper

Beneath the veil of fading light, A silent shape slips out of sight. No words to bind, no flames to burn— Just shadows folding, slow to turn. A secret drift on whispered air, Gone like mist, yet always there. Farewell, but not the end of trace— A ghostly dance in time and space. Though darkness falls to steal the day, Your memory will light the way. In quiet echoes, soft and deep, Your presence lingers while I sleep. So part we must, but not in vain— For love’s soft whisper will remain. _____________________________________________________ Author’s Note: Love’s Soft Whisper drifts through the veil of twilight, where presence dissolves into shadow and parting speaks without sound. In this liminal space—between light and dark, memory and forgetting—a trace remains. Not seen, but felt. Not held, but haunting. It is the quiet echo of love that never fully leaves.