A Tender Moment of Love and Connection, with a poem

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I was supposed to guard you, soft and bright,
a sentinel beneath the watercolor light.
With brushstrokes of love, I painted the air,
dreams vivid, alive, a canvas we’d share.

I was supposed to guide, to teach, to sing,
to show you the dance of each fleeting spring.
Your laughter, a melody, stitched in my soul,
a palette of joy, complete and whole.

But now the sfumato whispers in gray,
a haze where your footsteps have drifted away.
The colors have faded, the story unspun,
I reach for the echoes of what we’d begun.

I was not supposed to miss you, my star,
to search for your light where shadows are far.
In every soft wash, your spirit still gleams,
a forever within the watercolor streams.

with love, By Mojo

original prompt by Regina