In the echoes of a distant pulse,
I find myself alone,
The static clings like glass shards,
Reflecting what we've known.
A memory, a moment caught,
In twilight's fleeting grip,
We danced through whispers, woven threads,
In dreams that start to slip.
Disconnected thoughts, we drift apart,
Wide oceans to the shore,
Searching for the lines we lost,
Those fragments we ignore.
Cascading shadows haunt the night,
The flicker of a smile,
But time's relentless tide pulls back,
It carries us its mile.
With every sigh, a breath escapes,
And every wait tastes sweet,
The echoes linger in my mind,
In dreams, we still can meet.
Yet like a fleeting comet's tail,
You fade into the dark,
And all that’s left is hollow space,
A faint, forgotten spark.
So I’ll gather all the pieces here,
In hope that one day soon,
The static breaks, the pulse ignites,
Beneath a brighter moon.
For in this fragmented reverie,
I’ll trace the lines you drew,
And through the glass of yesterday,
I’ll always see my way back to you.
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Pulse, Static, Glass, Echoes, Reverie, Disconnect, Fragment
Alternative
Pulse, Static, Glass, Echoes, Reverie, Disconnect, Fragment