Two years have gone, and time feels thin,
Your memory folds beneath my skin.
You haunt my breath, my voice, my sight—
A shadow stitched into my light.
It once was you whose autumn eyes
Would rain beneath October skies,
But now it’s mine that spill the pain,
A heart that sees this eternal rain.
How love has changed—do you recall?
We bloomed, then watched the petals fall.
And now I weep, and dawn feels wrong—
The light is gone, but grief lives on.