Like watching the moon rise,

on a serene summer’s night.

One final hello, a bidding last

moment to recall our peace.

Heart and soul alive, tense,

wishing not to let go.

Time would heal, a friend said

as silence would be forever.

We will go forward now,

despite feeling still so alive.

It’s a bittersweet magic

will be a final adieu.

The sun will rise the same again.