I knew you but for a moment, though we had never met.
We shared emotions, laughs, and sorrows.
Our hearts had thus connected.

You were far but felt so near.
And before I knew it, I called you dear.
We spoke, we laughed, we connected so much.
And then, in a moment, it was gone.
It was not.

For you stepped away, unable to stay,
The truth, too heavy, too sharp to convey.
What bloomed too quickly burned too bright,
And vanished suddenly into night.

I reach for echoes, but silence replies,
The warmth we held, now cold goodbyes.
And though it lived but for a breath,
Its end still feels a living death.