You linger just beyond my reach,
like moonlight, soft and low—
bright enough to light my way,
yet never mine to hold.
Our moments pass like whispered breaths—
And in the second that they end,
I find myself here, all alone,
missing you once again.
Jan 15
Jan 15, 2026 at 7:02 PM UTC
You linger just beyond my reach,
like moonlight, soft and low—
bright enough to light my way,
yet never mine to hold.
Our moments pass like whispered breaths—
And in the second that they end,
I find myself here, all alone,
missing you once again.
