Poetry Writer In Any Style

Through the lens of passing time, I see Autumn leaves falling, just as you left me. Love, once bright, now a memory, a sigh, Like the sun sinking low in the evening sky. Time ticks on, a silent, relentless song, In its rhythm, I feel both right and wrong. For though you're gone, in my heart, you're here, A bittersweet melody that's crystal clear. Now, the world moves on, but I stand still, Caught in the ebb and flow of love's will. And in the twilight, I whisper your name, To the autumn leaves and the ticking time's game.