A line adrift, without a hook, Like whispered words the wind forsook. Love me, love me not, a fragile plea, Lost in the rustling of the tree. Two birds upon a wire's thread, A silent tale of what's unsaid. One flies away, the other stays, In sunlit moments, and hazy days. You promised, a vow so deep, Now shadows lengthen, secrets sleep. The echo haunts the empty space, A ghost of love I can't replace.