My Morning

I will never regret someone like you,

A fleeting star in my sky of blue.

Moments danced in a vivid glow,

A time where love would ebb and flow.

We painted sunsets, bold and wide,

Colored dreams where hope would reside.

Even if the canvas tore apart,

You left your hue upon my heart.

Step by step, we climbed the hill,

Each stride together, a memory still.

But paths diverge, as paths must do,

And I found myself far from you.

Yet in the gallery of my mind,

Your picture hangs, frozen in time.

No shadow mars what once was bright—

You were my morning, my fleeting light.