Now autumn casts its shadow on the floor,
And withered leaves descend like silent tears;
We stand together at the final door,
To close the volume on our tender years.
No bitter word shall stain this sacred part,
Nor anger mar the beauty we have known.
I keep your image safe within my heart,
Though now I must traverse the dark alone.
The play is done, the velvet curtain falls,
The music fades into the graying mist.
A haunting silence fills the empty halls,
Where once, in golden light, we softly kissed.
Go forth, my love, to find a brighter day,
And leave the shadows of the past to me.
I bless the path that leads you far away,
And in my sorrow, set your spirit free.
In the grand theater of life, some roles are meant to end so that new stories may begin. This poem captures the essence of a dignified farewell—where love is not destroyed by separation, but rather transformed into a quiet, enduring respect.
