Once I beheld a sight I can’t explain,
A ghostly shape, like shadows carved in bone.
A chill that gripped my heart and numbed my brain,
As gravestones murmured, “You are all alone.”
I wandered through the silence, lost in thought,
Where echoes of our love still haunt the air.
The memories of you so dearly bought,
Now linger here, a burden I must bear.
Beside your stone, I knelt in mournful woe,
My dearest Ro, your name still on my lips.
The tears I shed, the grief I couldn’t show,
For death has claimed what time can’t hope to fix.
Forgive me, love, the roses wilted there,
Neglected, like the vows we once believed.
I met another with your golden hair,
But in her eyes, it’s you that I perceived.
I swore I saw you in the moonlit night,
A fleeting glimpse of what could never be.
I reached for you, but grasped at empty light,
And found the cold embrace of misery.
Now, as the summer sun begins to fade,
And shadows stretch across the lonely land,
I feel your presence in the twilight shade,
A spectral touch, like whispers on the sand.
But deep inside, I know it’s just a dream,
A phantom born of longing and regret.
For you are gone, beyond the mortal stream,
And I am left with sorrow and a debt.
So, here I stand, amid these ghostly stones,
Beneath the weight of love and bitter truth.
I bid farewell, with weary, aching bones,
Goodbye, my love, farewell to all our youth.