In the quiet of the night, I hear the whispers,
Shadows of love that once burned bright.
Now they’re just echoes, distant murmurs,
Reminders of a lost, painful fight.

Your touch, a memory that haunts my dreams,
A ghost of warmth that now feels cold.
We danced on hopes and fragile seams,
Now left with stories, left untold.

Every tear that falls is a silent scream,
A testament to love’s cruel game.
We’re trapped in this sorrowful theme,
Where every smile feels the same.

Yet in this pain, I find my strength,
To rise above, to heal and mend.
For even love that breaks at length,
Can lead to paths where hearts transcend.