I kissed her forehead in the middle of the night,

Under a veiled moon hidden from our sight.

Darkness enveloped the silent hilltop air,

While distant skyscraper lights flickered in a glare.

Before me, my beloved stared into my eyes

A gentle soul wrapped in a dress of white.

A simple man, once longing for love, I felt divine.

Then the cold winter wind brushed against our skin;

A quiet sacred presence stirred from within.

She took my hand and tried to whisper something near.

I brushed her hair aside, but could not hear.

I stepped closer, but her hands pushed me away,

Her tearful eyes speaking what words could not say.

As the truth settled in, my spirit broke in two:

She found peace in my silence, and turned from what we knew.

She walked into the night with no intent to stay,

Until the dark horizon swallowed her shadow away.

And quietly, without a sound, our tragic story closed.