Once, we danced in the summer light,

Two hearts beating in perfect time,

But seasons changed, the days grew night,

And love slipped out, like silent rhyme.

In whispers now, the memories fade,

Of laughter shared and promises made,

A ghost of warmth in the coldest shade,

In lost love's shadow, I quietly wade.

Yet, though you're gone, the echoes stay,

In dreams, in thoughts, where shadows play,

A fleeting touch of yesterday