In the silence of a lonely room,
Where shadows dance with fading light,
The echoes of a shattered heart bloom,
Whispering tales of love’s lost flight.

Once vibrant dreams now turn to dust,
As tears carve paths upon the soul,
Trust and hope reduced to rust,
Where once love made us whole.

The nightingale sings a mournful tune,
Beneath the pale and distant moon,
Each note a reminder of the wound,
That love’s absence leaves too soon.

Yet in this sorrow, a flicker remains,
A spark of light in the darkest night,
For even in heartbreak’s deepest pains,
Love’s memory still burns bright.