In the quiet whispers of the breaking dawn,
There walked a man, forlorn, yet drawn
To memories of a love that shone so bright,
Vanished like shadows fleeing from light.
He thought he'd found his heart's true call,
A soulmate to catch him should he fall,
In her gaze, a future so clear and bright,
A promise of day after the longest night.
They danced on the edge of something great,
A bond he believed was sealed by fate,
But before their story could truly start,
She vanished, leaving a shattered heart.
Ghosted, she left without a trace,
Her absence a void he couldn't replace.
No reasons given, no goodbyes said,
Just echoes of silence, heavy as lead.
He pondered what he thought he knew,
Was their connection not true?
A phantom love, was she just a mirage?
Leaving him at the mercy of sabotage.
Yet in the pain of her sudden departure,
He found a resilience, a kind of rapture.
Understanding sometimes love is a lesson,
Not just a path to possession.
He learned to love the solitude,
Finding peace in the interlude.
For love that's true doesn't flee or hide,
But stands firm, always by your side.
So he walks on, under the stars' gleam,
Wiser now, with a new dream.
For even a heart once led astray,
Finds hope in love's eternal ballet.
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