The setting sun now bleeds into an aching shadow,
My restless heart reflects a long, aching shadow.
Your voice once mingled softly in the evening air,
Now every silence casts a slow, lingering shadow.
Was love a vow that trembled on your parted lips,
An apparition turning into a cold, lethal shadow?
I trace your name upon the darkened windowpane,
With tremulous hands, forming an illegible shadow.
If you would but turn and let your eyes feed on mine,
I’d live forever in this moment, a quiet, tender shadow.
If you must leave, leave behind some fragments of you,
That final touch to ease a lingering, aching shadow.
Ilakea waits where evening melts into night,
Learning to hold a faint, iridescent shadow.
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