A lingering warmth, a phantom touch, Love leaves behind no residue, not much. No clinging threads, no tethered trace, Just memories etched, in time and space.
A whispered echo, a fragrant sigh, A teardrop's stain, beneath a tearful sky. A melody hums, a heart's refrain, Love's essence lingers, though it leaves no stain.
In laughter's ghost and whispered name, Love's tender echo never burns the same. Love does not burn any bridges