
Here's a poem about lost love:
Whispers of Yesterday
I traced your name in misted glass,
A fleeting touch, a love long past.
Echoes linger, soft and low,
Like waves that kiss the shore then go.
Your laughter once lit up the air,
A melody beyond compare.
Now silence hums a hollow tune,
Beneath the watchful, distant moon.
I reach for you in midnight dreams,
Yet wake to find just empty seams.
Fingers grasp at ghostly air,
A love once real, now barely there.
Seasons change, the world moves on,
But in my heart, you're never gone.
A love once held, though now astray,
Still whispers soft in yesterday.
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