In the quiet of the night, your whispers fade,
Leaving echoes in the hollow chambers of my heart,
Each beat a reminder of the love we made,
Now torn apart, drifting further apart.
The shadows dance, casting memories so stark,
Each step a wound, each glance a broken dream,
The nightâs embrace, cold and dark,
Reflects the pain, unraveling at the seam.
Tears fall like rain on forgotten fields,
Nourishing the soil of sorrow deep within,
The past, a ghost that never yields,
Haunting the pathways where our love had been.
Yet in the darkness, I find a spark,
A flicker of hope amidst the pain,
For even in the deepest mark,
The heart can heal and love again.