In the quiet of the fading twilight,
Where shadows hold their breath,
Lies the echo of a broken promise,
A whisper of love turned to dust.

Stars weep in the silent night,
Their light dimmed by sorrow’s veil,
Memories linger like haunting ghosts,
In the chambers of a wounded heart.

The moon’s glow offers no solace,
Its cold embrace a stark reminder,
Of the warmth once held so dearly,
Now lost in time’s cruel hands.

Yet beneath the weight of despair,
Hope flickers like a fragile flame,
Awaiting the dawn’s gentle touch,
To heal the wounds of yesterday.