A Letter to the Lost

 A Letter to the Lost

In quiet night when stars retire,  

I pen this note with heart’s desire,  

To you, whose laughter filled the skies,  

Yet now your memory softly sighs.  

Each word I trace in gentle light,  

Brings forth the warmth of love's delight;  

Your whispered dreams still roam my mind,  

In shadows sweet where hearts entwined.  

A longing grows like vine and thorn,  

For in your loss, my soul is worn;  

Yet faith shall carry me along,  

Through bittersweet, where love is strong.  

I send these words through time’s cruel hand,  

A message pure from heart to land;  

Though distance wraps in cloak of night,  

Your spirit guides me toward the light.  

And so I hold my pen once more,  

As tears fall gently to the floor;  

My lovely letter drifts afar—  

To you, my lost and shining star.