In the quiet whisper of the nightâs embrace,
Lies the echo of love that time could not erase.
Shadows dance where we once walked hand in hand,
Now only footprints remain on shifting sand.
The stars above, silent witnesses to our fall,
They watched as we built dreams, only to stall.
What once was bright, now a dwindling flame,
Love’s gentle whisper turned a silent name.
Memories linger like the scent of rain,
Each drop a reminder of loveâs sweet pain.
Promises broken, like glass on the floor,
Reflecting the past, forevermore.
Yet in the ashes, new hope might arise,
From broken love, strength often lies.
Though hearts may shatter, new dawns will gleam,
Healing the echoes of a forgotten dream.