Unfinished symphony.

Beneath the cobalt dome where shadows linger,

I see your smile, a flame on the edge of memory's finger.

Oh, Lynnet, you were the hymn my heart hummed

In the unbroken dawn of youth, when we danced

Through corridors of laughter,

Chasing echoes that rippled like sunlight on water.

Your name was a bird perched in my chest,

Its wings unfurling with every heartbeat,

A melody only I could hear,

Yet now, its song is silenced by distance's cruel hand.

We were rebels against the winds of fate,

Planting dreams in fields our families forbade.

But those dreams were plucked by storms,

Their petals scattered in the ache of separation.

Now, you wear another’s name,

And I, a keeper of our yesterday.

Your whispers find me like mist,

“I miss you,” you say, a fragile confession

That falls like rain on the parched plains of my soul.

I miss you too—

Not just the you of now,

But the you that belonged to the golden haze of high school,

The you that cradled my first fumbling love

With hands as gentle as twilight.

Our love was a flame the world refused to tend,

Yet its embers remain, glowing softly in the hollows of my chest.

And though life has carved rivers between us,

We are bound by the tide of what once was—

A tapestry of laughter, a symphony of stolen glances,

An eternity folded into fleeting moments.

Oh, Lynnet, in another life,

Perhaps we would not have been undone.

But for now, I hold you

In the sanctuary of my heart,

A portrait painted in the hues of memory and longing.

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