Fading Whispers

In a bustling coffee shop, where moments blend, I saw her smile, a warmth that felt like home, With every sip, my heart began to mend, Yet in her eyes, a hint of something doomed to roam. We shared soft laughter over steaming cups, A connection blooming, like the morning light, But each day passed, and with each passing sup, Her presence faded, dimming what was bright. She’d arrive with joy, but shadows lurked behind, A whisper of goodbye hidden in her gaze, The way she brushed her hair, so gently unaligned, Told tales of wandering, lost in a misty haze. As seasons waned, she slipped through the seams, Her laughter echoing, yet as distant as the stars, In the quiet corners, where I once had dreams, Now lingered silence and invisible scars. One final time, I searched for her face, The coffee shop felt empty, echoes filled the air, No more sweet moments, no trace of her grace, Just memories swirling in an unending despair. Now I sit alone, with shadows in my mind, The world feels colder, her absence like a song, In a place once bright where our spirits intertwined, I sip my coffee, wondering where I went wrong.