Analysis of A Reflect at Midnight - What did I do wrong?

You graced my life
for a brief moment
like a dew drop landing on a leaf,
before sliding off
into oblivion.

Your residue,
that soft fragment of connection,
remained like a sinew-thin moon outline,
etched across a darkening sky,
until morning’s light took you away.

With the passing of time
comes the dawning of sadness
that persists in the memory of time shared,
but now too is lost in life’s annals,
never to flow my way again.

Life’s currents
spark brief interludes of hope,
but which fade too,
too quickly,
into the stream of ether
as thought’s molecules absorb all traces,
leaving nothing.