In the quiet whispers of the night,
Where memories and shadows intertwine,
Lies the ghost of a love once bright,
Now a distant echo, a fading line.

The promises we wove, like fragile threads,
Have unraveled in the winds of time,
Leaving behind only words unsaid,
In the silence, our lost rhyme.

The dreams we built, now dust in the air,
Scatter in the breeze, forlorn and cold,
Yet in my heart, I still feel that flare,
Of a love that once was bold.

But broken love, like autumn leaves,
Falls softly, with a gentle sigh,
And though the heart in sorrow grieves,
It learns to let go, to say goodbye.