One morning in the mountains,
The golden light fell between us,
A thin line of goodbye.
Your shadow faded first,
Clinging to the stones.
I reached for your hand,
But distance moved faster.
The sky turned sharp,
Too bright for comfort.
Silence replaced your voice,
Heavy as a winter night.
I watched your footsteps
Grow smaller on the path.
The mountains swallowed you whole.
I tried to memorize the moment,
But memories blur when the heart shakes.
The golden light wavered,
Unsure of its place.
And so was I.
I stood alone,
With only the morning to witness.
Separation stung like cold air,
Sharp, lingering.
The day continued,
But I did not.
©®Madhumita
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