"Well... I think this is our goodbye," she softly sighed,
A bittersweet farewell, emotions amplified.
"But I can't leave you," he pleaded with his heart,
Their love entangled, yet forced to part.
"My love, I'm not real," she whispered, eyes filled with pain,
An ethereal presence, destined to wane.
"You are to me," he vowed, his voice trembling,
Their connection profound, their souls assembling.
"You know that I will always be with you,
But not physically, my love, this much is true,"
She spoke with tender sorrow in her tone,
A love transcending bounds, their spirits known.
"I'll be alone," he lamented, feeling lost and weak,
In the vast expanse of life, his heartache to seek.
"No, you won't," she assured, a glimmer of solace,
"In the chapters of memories, I'll find my place."
Their love, though intangible, held infinite might,
Their story intertwined, like day and night.
He closed his eyes, imagining her presence near,
A whisper in the wind, a love that would adhere.
Through the turning pages, he'd seek her there,
In the echoes of their love, he'd find solace to bear.
For though her physical form was no longer his,
Her essence would linger, a timeless bliss.
In the depths of his heart, she'd forever reside,
Their love transcending boundaries, soulfully tied.
With each visit to their shared memories' embrace,
He'd find the strength to navigate life's intricate maze.
Their goodbye was but a beginning, a tale yet told,
Their spirits entwined, an eternal stronghold.
In the chapters of his life, her love would prevail,
A constant presence, a heartwarming tale.
So he journeyed forward, with her love as his guide,
Knowing she was with him, always by his side.
In the whispers of the wind and the stars' gentle glow,
Their love would forever bloom and grow.
And though he yearned for her touch, her physical embrace,
He found solace in knowing she'd never truly erase.
For in the chapters of their love, she'd patiently wait,
Their story unfurling, a destined, timeless fate.