What is beautiful, simple, true

To you, who were light within the shadow, the fragile glow of a secret hope,

we built fleeting dreams, but every dream leaves a trace, even as it disappears.

I keep only what is beautiful, simple, true — the quiet laughter, the silences shared,

and I give you back your echo, free to go wherever the wind carries you.

May poetry always be your refuge, a place where life is written, even in absence.