In the garden of our sacred trust,
Where promises once bloomed so bright,
A shadow fell, a silent gust,
And day turned swiftly into night.

Your words, once sweet as morning dew,
Now drip with venom, cold and stark,
The love we knew, the bond so true,
Lies shattered in the dark.

Each whispered lie, each hidden deed,
A dagger to the heart unseen,
In silence now, my soul does plead,
For solace in a world unclean.

Yet from this pain, a strength shall rise,
From broken trust, a wiser heart,
For though you left me with goodbyes,
My spirit mends, and we shall part.