In the quiet of the night, I find
Echoes of words left unspoken,
Regrets linger in the shadows,
Whispering apologies untold.

Stars witness my contrition,
Their light a gentle reminder,
Of chances lost and hearts bruised,
Healing in the silent moonlight.

Each sigh a silent promise,
To mend the broken threads,
With every dawn a new chance,
To weave forgiveness into time.

Underneath the vast, forgiving sky,
Hope blossoms in tender whispers,
That tomorrow holds the grace,
To embrace what was left behind.