In the silence where laughter used to dwell,
Echoes of memories softly tell,
Of days when trust was unbroken and pure,
Now lost in shadows, hard to endure.

We walked together through storms and sun,
Sharing secrets, believing we were one,
But whispers of doubt crept in unseen,
Turning what was vibrant to a faded scene.

The colors of friendship slowly bled dry,
Words left unspoken, tears left to cry,
Promises shattered like glass in the night,
A fractured mirror, reflecting the fight.

Yet in these ruins, a lesson remains,
In the echoes of joy and the whispers of pain,
That even when bonds are broken and torn,
A piece of the past is silently reborn.