In the silence of forgotten whispers,
Where shadows of love once danced,
I find the echoes of our laughter,
In moments lost, now past.

The gentle breeze carries memories,
Of times when we were whole,
Yet in the fading light of dawn,
I mend my weary soul.

The tears have dried on autumn leaves,
As winter’s chill draws near,
But in the bloom of spring anew,
I find my heart sincere.

In letting go, I find my strength,
In moving on, my grace,
For in the journey of lost love,
I’ve found my rightful place.