In whispers of the night we used to share,
Lies the echo of dreams that have flown.
Once intertwined, now scattered in air,
Hearts once warm have turned to stone.

Eyes that once met in tender gaze,
Now look away, lost in distant lands.
Promises made in bygone days,
Slip through our fingers like grains of sand.

Words that once danced like gentle rain,
Now fall heavy, laden with sorrow.
In the silence, we search in vain,
For the hope of a brighter tomorrow.

Yet as we part, with a quiet sigh,
We carry the lessons of love’s sweet art.
For even in endings, we learn to fly,
With memories held close to the heart.