In the quiet of the night, I hear your name,
A whisper carried by the wind, a haunting flame.
Memories dance like shadows, fleeting yet near,
Each one a reminder of a love so dear.

The stars above, they no longer gleam,
Their light dimmed by the weight of a broken dream.
The moon, once our witness, now hides in shame,
For it saw the tears and felt the pain.

Days turn to nights, and nights to days,
Yet the ache in my heart never fades away.
Like a river that flows, unrelenting and wide,
It carries the sorrow I cannot hide.

In the garden of my soul, flowers wither and die,
Nourished by the tears that I silently cry.
Yet in this desolation, hope tries to bloom,
Whispering that love will return soon.