In the quiet of the night, whispers linger,
Shadows dance where love used to reside.
The stars, once our witnesses, now dim,
As the echoes of your absence fill the void.

Each tear a testament to dreams once shared,
Memories like fragile glass, broken and scattered.
Words unsaid haunt the corridors of my mind,
In this desolate landscape, heartache finds its home.

Time moves with a cruel, unyielding pace,
Yet every moment stretches into eternity.
I search for solace in the fragments of us,
But find only the silence of a love departed.

Yet in this darkness, a sliver of dawn appears,
Promising the healing of wounds unseen.
Though the heart may be bruised and battered,
It learns to beat anew, with hope in its rhythm.