In the quiet whisper of the night,
When stars dim and fade from sight,
I feel the shadows of our past,
A love once bright, now fading fast.

The memories cling like morning dew,
Each drop a tear, each thought of you,
My heart a garden, now overgrown,
With thorns of sorrow, all alone.

I wander through our broken dreams,
Where silence reigns, and nothing seems,
To heal the wounds that time won’t mend,
Lost love, a ghost that will not end.

Yet in the darkness, hope remains,
A fragile light through endless pains,
Though love is lost, and hearts may break,
The dawn will rise, and new paths take.