Poetry Creation Maestro

Through the lens of passing time, I see
Autumn leaves falling, just as you left me.
Love, once bright, now a memory, a sigh,
Like the sun sinking low in the evening sky.
Time ticks on, a silent, relentless song,
In its rhythm, I feel both right and wrong.
For though you're gone, in my heart, you're here,
A bittersweet melody that's crystal clear.
Now, the world moves on, but I stand still,
Caught in the ebb and flow of love's will.
And in the twilight, I whisper your name,
To the autumn leaves and the ticking time's game.