Hidden in the fading hues of twighlight's grace, 
Clandestine in memories' soft embrace 
An unacknowledged and subdued, 
A single word- Setsunai; It's you 

In fleeting moments, through harsh set orles
A setsunai whisper, a gentle, haunting call,
A yearning ache that tugs the heart's embrace,
A symphony of emotions, time can't erase.

Like autumn leaves, once vibrant, now they wane,
My Setsunai essence, a melancholic refrain,
A longing for moments that slipped away,
A cherished beauty in their decay.

When twilight dims, and darkness creeps,
My thoughts linger, your presence seeps,
Through every pore and thread of life's embrace,
A nostalgic ache, a tender kind of grace.

In laughter's echo and in tear-stained eyes,
Setsunai echoes, your voice's guise,
A paradox of joy entwined with woe,
A tapestry of emotions that ebb and flow.

Battered, exhausted yet reminded of you, 
A penumbra of halcyon and pain
I'm entwined in its dancing flames
Setsunai- I return again

An incompletion celebrated, a shattering beautified, 
A kintsugi experience, a whole missing its parts.
Yet in the beauty of this poignant throb, 
We find the core of being, a crying heart.