A strand of moonlight woven through the fabric of the dawn
It touches every surface that your absence left behind
The morning wears a garment made of everything we shared
I feel you flowing through the spaces where the curtain sways
Your voice a ribbon curling through the open window frame
A warmth against my shoulder that the wind refused to take
I reach to hold the texture of the promises we made
But find only the memory of your fingers on my wrist
Seam is what the distance feels like when I close my eyes
An unseen touch that lingers on the edge of every breath
I would unravel every mile that keeps me from your door
And weave them back into a path that leads me to your side
The hours fold like linen in the drawer of afternoon
A melody you left behind is hanging in the air
I wear your laughter like a scarf against the cooling eve
The cloth of night is soft with everything you are
Every breeze that finds me carries something of your name
I am the strand that follows where your spirit chooses lead
The unseen bond is all I need to know that you are real
A love that cannot held is still a love that makes me whole
Dawn arrives in colours only longing understands
I fold the hours gently and I press them to my chest
The strand remains unbroken though the distance pulls us far
A bond that time cannot unravel or erase
