In the quiet of the night, I hear my heart’s lament,
A symphony of tears that only silence can present.
The shadows whisper softly, secrets of my pain,
As memories of joy are washed away by rain.

The moonlight casts a glow on my tear-streaked face,
Reflecting the sorrow that time cannot erase.
Each star above seems to weep for my despair,
As loneliness envelops, beyond what I can bear.

The dawn will come, but solace it won’t bring,
For in the light of morning, my heart continues to sting.
The world moves on, but my grief remains the same,
A constant, aching presence whispering your name.

Yet in this endless sorrow, I find a fragile peace,
Knowing that my love for you will never cease.
Though sadness wraps around me like a shroud,
Your memory, bittersweet, keeps me unbowed.