In the quiet hours of the night,When the world is hushed and still,The echoes of a broken heartTravel through the chilly air.The dreams we built together,Are now mere shadows in my mind,A tapestry of memories,Woven with threads of time.Yet in the silence, I find strength,To gather the shattered pieces,And with each tear that falls,I begin to heal and mend.The dawn breaks with gentle light,Illuminating paths anew,Embracing the hope that blooms,As I move forward, leaving the past.