When the stars marked his name in silence And the earth carved no path beneath his feet He stood at the edge of becoming But never stepped through the veil. One held the mirror of truth One carried the fire of choice One whispered dreams in the dark Yet none were heard, for he did not answer. She weeps in stillness Her hands untouched by time Her gift remains sealed A spark never kindled. Not sorrow, nor joy, nor pain But the echo of what could have been A song unsung A name never called. So the world turned without him Its winds carried no memory And in the hush between heartbeats A whisper remains— “Even a life unlived leaves a shadow.”
