In the quiet of the night, where shadows lie,
Words unspoken, yet they echo loud,
A glance away, a tear unshed,
Love wounded by what was left unsaid.
The heart, a fragile vessel of dreams,
Cracked by the weight of unkind schemes,
In a moment, trust begins to fray,
Lost in the labyrinth of what we didnât say.
Regret weaves its way through the silent halls,
As memories of laughter begin to stall,
Apologies whispered in the windâs embrace,
Can they mend the rift, this empty space?
Yet hope flickers, a distant light,
In the promise of a new beginning, bright,
For love, though scarred, can heal and mend,
If we choose to listen, and hearts extend.