It’s clear, so plain,
Your words drift again,
The echoes fall flat,
And silence hums in pain!
You seek new light,
New hobbies in sight,
Old rhythms grow thin,
As dawn steals the night.
I linger, still near,
Though fading, I hear,
The pulse of our talk,
Now lost in the clear .
Routines weave the soul,
Patterns take their toll,
Between choice and chance,
We forget who’s in control.
