In the quiet whispers of the night,Where once love’s warmth did brightly glow,The echoes of laughter fade from sight,And tender feelings begin to slow.The gentle touch that once ignited,Now feels like a distant memory,In the spaces where we once delighted,Lingers the shadow of what used to be.The promises woven in golden thread,Unravel slowly, thread by thread,The dreams we shared now softly tread,On paths of silence where love is dead.Yet in this end, a new beginning lies,A chance to find what we truly seek,For hearts that part beneath the skies,May find their strength, though once felt weak.