In the quiet of the night, when whispers turn to cries,
The echoes of your absence linger, beneath the darkened skies.
Shadows of memories, dance upon the walls,
As the silence of your leaving, in the empty hallways calls.

The warmth that once filled rooms, now replaced by chill,
The laughter and the joy, have all been left still.
In the spaces you once occupied, now only void remains,
The heartache of abandonment, flows through my veins.

The dawn breaks, yet no solace it brings,
For the sun cannot mend the sorrow, that abandonment sings.
The world moves on, indifferent to my plight,
As I stand alone, in the absence of your light.

Time may heal, or so they say,
But the scars of your departure, forever will stay.
In the garden of my heart, where love once grew,
Now only the weeds of abandonment, in the morning dew.