In the quiet of the evening chill,
Echoes of our voices linger still.
Words unmeant, yet spoken loud,
Cast shadows on love’s gentle shroud.

Eyes that once shone bright with care,
Now dim with sorrow, burdened by despair.
I see the hurt I’ve woven in your gaze,
A storm unleashed in tender, fragile ways.

How do we mend the broken seams,
And find again the path of dreams?
Beneath the weight of things unsaid,
A silent yearning for love’s thread.

Forgive these hands that fumble and fail,
And let our hearts sail on soft, forgiving gale.
For in this tangled web of pain and plea,
Lies the hope of you and me.