In the quiet of the night, whispers fade,
A silhouette departs, leaving dreams frayed.
A daughter watches, eyes wide and bright,
Seeking solace in the moon’s gentle light.

Her heart, a tapestry of questions untold,
Wonders why stories of love unfold,
In shadows cast by footsteps gone,
Yet she remains, holding on till dawn.

Strength blooms in the silence he left behind,
A garden of resilience, wisdom to find.
She learns to dance with the winds of change,
Finding her voice in each whispered exchange.

Though he walked away, her spirit stands,
Crafting her world with her own hands.
In every tear, a seed of strength is sown,
A beacon of hope, forever her own.