We don’t say miss you like we did before,

Yet the heart still misses, perhaps even more.

And it keeps calling back to that October moon,

When autumn held us gently in tune.

When two strangers walked for miles,

Beneath the autumn's fading skies,

Talking like time had no reason to fly,

Until the hour came, when we had to leave,

So many unspoken things still left to weave.

But seasons have turned, and the colors have gone,

The opaque silence stretches for long.

Inside it aches, an echo unspoken,

Heavy as autumn leaves that scatter on the streets, broken.

Once, even storms would draw us near,

Now every ripple feels edged with fear.

No words to mend, no hands to hold,

Just time passing, turning warm hearts cold.

I wonder if you still feel like I do -

Self-doubt silently settles like the midnight dew.

Yet somewhere deep, beneath this gray,

A fragile hope refuses to fade away.

But if your heart still yearns to find back the old tune,

I’ll meet you halfway, beneath the autumn moon.

We’ll turn back time and let shadows fall,

And let love be the truest word of all.