In the silence of the night, I hear the whispers,
Echoes of a love once bright, now dim,
Shadows of dreams that used to shimmer,
Lost in the abyss of a heart’s whim.

Your touch, a distant memory, now cold,
Like a summer’s warmth turned to frost,
The promises we made, now old,
In the waves of time, forever lost.

I trace the lines of where you used to be,
A ghostly presence in my mind’s eye,
The laughter and the tears, our bittersweet symphony,
Fading like stars in the morning sky.

Yet, in this emptiness, I find a spark,
A hope that the sun will rise again,
Though my heart bears a permanent mark,
I will learn to love, to live, to mend.