In the quiet echo of a broken dream,
Where whispers of love once brightly gleamed,
Now lies the stillness, a silent stream,
Flowing through memories, softly redeemed.

Once, laughter danced in the morning light,
Now shadows linger in the falling night.
Words once tender, now take flight,
Leaving behind echoes of our plight.

In the garden where promises were sown,
Petals of hope have withered, overgrown.
The winds of change, so swiftly blown,
Scatter the seeds of love unknown.

Yet in the heart’s quiet, healing space,
A new dawn whispers of gentle grace.
With time, we find our rightful place,
In the tapestry of life’s embrace.