Timing's Tragedy

Your name flickered bright on my phone like a ghost,

a message lost in the ether, a voice I miss most.

As the sunset blurred colors, bleeding in gold,

I knew you wouldn’t witness the stories retold.

The fading light slipped through my fingers like sand,

it whispered of moments I hoped we had planned.

But the words I could offer would echo like tides,

arriving too late, as my heart slowly hides.