In the quiet corners of our broken home,
Whispers of laughter linger in the air,
Walls hold secrets only they have known,
Echoes of love that once were fair.

Fragmented dreams lie scattered on the floor,
Pieces of a puzzle no longer complete,
Yearning for the warmth we had before,
In the silence, our hearts discreet.

Tears fall like rain on barren ground,
In shadows where hope used to reside,
Searching for the bonds once tightly bound,
Now lost in the tides of time and tide.

Yet in this fracture, light still finds its way,
Through cracks where love refuses to fade,
A fragile hope for a brighter day,
In the remnants of what we made.