Eons Adrift

I watched you fade like the last light of a star,
a dimming hope I couldn’t dare to name;
I reached for you, not from afar,
but from a breath away . . . and still, I let you wane.

We stood at the edge of a second dawn,
where love returned like a tide not yet too late,
but I, The Fool, blinked and it was gone,
swallowed whole by time, by fear, by fate.

I lingered in doorways, in unfinished good-byes,
eyes begging you to fight, to stay, to mend.
But pride built walls as fragile as lies,
and you chose silence when you could’ve chosen us again.

Now silence stretches like the void between
galaxies where we once dared dream aloud.
You are a comet I can only glean,
blazing in a sky I can no longer shroud.

Even now, I retrace the ghost of your steps,
each memory a planet I orbit in vain.
You live in my heart where the echo still weeps,
a soft supernova that still whispers your name.

Each night I call to you in broken sleep,
but the cosmos does not echo back your name.
I trade my breath for tears too deep,
adrift in orbits none can tame.

There were seconds I could’ve reached across—
closed the gap before it grew divine.
But I let you go like stardust lost,
believing love would wait through time.

Eons adrift—we were seconds apart,
yet I let infinity rise in between.
The warmth of your hand, the beat of your heart,
lost in the space of what might have been.

I would barter stars to rewind one word,
unravel the hush that sealed our fate.
But absence is a language that goes unheard,
and the universe teaches love too late.

So here I drift, a satellite of regret,
bound to the ghost of your final glance—
my soul still burning, though the sun has set,
mourning the nearness of one last chance.