In the shadows of her smile, he wandered,
Led by whispers, dreams, and fleeting glances.
A dance of hope, where hearts meandered,
Yet found no rhythm in her chances.

He chased the echoes of her laughter,
A mirage that shimmered, then was gone.
Each promise, a thread he sought after,
But in the end, he stood alone.

Time, a thief, stole moments cherished,
Leaving behind a trail of sighs.
In her eyes, his dreams had perished,
Yet from the ashes, he would rise.

No longer bound by empty yearning,
He sees the dawn, a new day’s light.
A heart unchained, forever learning,
To find his path, his own true flight.

It is well, indeed.