In the silence where whispers cease to play,
Echoes of laughter drift far away,
Once vibrant hues now fade to gray,
In the heart’s quiet storm, I stray.
The promises like fragile glass,
Shattered dreams in the hourglass,
Each moment a reminder, alas,
Of a love that couldn’t last.
Beneath the moon’s pale, watchful eye,
Tears fall softly, a gentle sigh,
Memories linger as time flies by,
In the realm where broken hearts lie.
Yet from the ashes, hope may rise,
A gentle dawn in the weeping skies,
Though love’s cruel game we despise,
New paths await, where courage lies.