In the silence of the night, I hear the echoes,
Whispers of a love that once was so bright,
Now the shadows of hurt linger, slow,
Turning the warmth of day into endless night.

The tears that fall are like rivers of sorrow,
Each drop a memory of a time gone by,
The weight of pain too heavy to borrow,
Leaving only questions of why, oh why.

The heart, once whole, now shattered and torn,
Pieces scattered, lost in the wind’s cry,
The dreams we built are now forlorn,
As we say our final, bitter goodbye.

Yet in the darkness, a spark of hope remains,
A chance to heal, to mend the pain’s art,
For even in the deepest of life’s rains,
There lies the strength to rebuild a broken heart.