In the quiet corners of my soul,
Where shadows whisper tales untold,
Lies a heart that’s been torn apart,
By the weight of love’s heavy start.

The moments we shared, now just a haze,
Lost in the murmur of forgotten days,
Each memory a shard, piercing deep,
In the silence of night, I weep.

Dreams once vivid, now fade to grey,
As the echoes of your voice decay,
Yet in the fragments of our past,
I seek solace, hoping it will last.

Though broken, I rise from the dust,
With a heart that learns to trust,
For in the art of being broken,
New strength and hope are awoken.