He chased the sun, yet cursed the night,
Not knowing darkness held the light.
A single step and a moment’s choice,
Echoed loud in regret’s own voice.

We knew not all was ever bright,
But time had made the flaws feel right.
Now loss has carved its hollow space,
A whispered name, an empty place.
A home lost through ignored time,
And a shadow found under absence of light.

And if fate dares to mend the past,
It won’t be whole—unless it lasts.