In the quiet of the night, I hear your name,
A gentle whisper, a sweet refrain,
Memories echo in the darkest hour,
Of a love once bright, now turned sour.

We danced in fields of golden dreams,
Underneath the moon’s soft gleam,
Promises made with tender grace,
Now lost in time, a vanished trace.

The scent of you lingers in the air,
A ghostly presence, a silent prayer,
I reach for shadows, cold and thin,
Trying to touch what might have been.

Though you’re gone, the heart still yearns,
In the embers, it still burns,
Lost love, a haunting melody,
Forever part of my soul’s symphony.