In the quiet of the night, my heart does weep,
For the love that once was, now shadows deep.
The echo of your voice, a haunting melody,
That dances in the silence, a bitter symphony.

The dreams we spun, like golden thread,
Now lie in tatters, a tale unsaid.
Each memory a ghost, that whispers pain,
In the corridors of my mind, a relentless chain.

Your touch, once a balm, now a burn,
Leaves scars that ache, as the pages turn.
The promises we made, now echoes lost,
In the sea of regret, where love was tossed.

Yet, in this sorrow, I find a spark,
A strength to mend, the broken heart.
For even in the darkest night,
There’s a dawn that brings the light.