Call it love?

Echoes of a gentle goodbye

When this love is over, like autumn's sigh,

Leaves of memories will softly fall,

Whispering secrets of a tender lie,

Echoes of laughter, now silent call.

The stars we chased, now distant and cold,

Their sparkle dims in the midnight sky,

The promises we made, now stories untold,

In the quiet of goodbye, they quietly lie.

The heart once brimming, now a quiet sea,

Where echoes of us gently fade away,

Yet in the stillness, a new dawn may be,

A promise of hope in tomorrow's ray.

For when this love is over, a chapter ends,

But in the silence, new dreams may rise,

With the strength of healing, hearts will mend,

And find new love beneath the azure skies.

So let the ending be a gentle breeze,

That carries us to paths unknown,

For in the closure, new beginnings seize,

And love's true journey finds its own.

When this love is over, let us gracefully part,

With gratitude for the journey we've known,

For even in endings, there's a beating heart,

A reminder that we are never truly alone.