Your name rests in the corners of my mind,
familiar, yet distant, like an old song.
The weight of your laughter lingers,
echoing through spaces I no longer visit.
Time has softened the edges,
but the memory stays,
not as a wound,
but as a whisper.
You were once the sun,
and I, a shadow chasing its light.
Now, we are only fragments,
drifting apart in quiet surrender.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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