In the stillness of the night, whispers fade,
A love once bright, now cloaked in shade.
Dreams once shared, now drift apart,
Leaving echoes in a weary heart.

Beneath the moon’s soft, silvery gaze,
Lies the shadow of forgotten days.
Promises linger, like mist in the air,
Vanished moments, beyond repair.

Tears fall silently, like a gentle rain,
Washing over memories, etched with pain.
Yet in the depths of sorrow’s embrace,
Lingers the hope of a tender grace.

In the quiet of a broken dawn,
A new day rises, though love is gone.
The heart whispers, though it may sigh,
For in the echoes, love will never die.