A year has passed, the seasons turned,
A chapter closed, a lesson learned.
No trace remains, no outward sign,
Of a love that intertwined.

Except… sometimes, a fleeting glance,
A sunflower's golden, bold advance.
Or moonlight soft, upon the sea,
A whisper of a memory.
Of dancing feet on kitchen tiles,
And laughter ringing through the miles.
Of fragrant dinners, shared with glee,
A cozy, warm felicity.

He sees the moon, serene and bright,
And in its glow, a hidden light.
A gentle curve, a quiet grace,
An echoed image of my face.

He sees the sun-kissed, reaching high,
And in their gaze, a distant sigh.
A strength he knew, a spirit free,
A part of him, still linked to me.

No makeup stains, no lingering scent,
Just moon and flowers, time misspent.
No tears I shed, no grief I hold,
But cherished love, a story told.
A year has gone, the wound may heal,
But some impressions, time can't steal.