In the garden where laughter once bloomed,
Shadows linger where light was assumed.
Echoes of promises, now faint and distant,
A friendship once pure, now oddly resistant.
Through the corridors of unspoken truths,
Lies the tapestry of once golden youth.
Threads unraveled in silence and sighs,
As betrayal paints with deceit’s cruel dyes.
The clock ticks on, with memories in tow,
Remnants of trust, like footprints in snow.
Paths once converged now diverge in pain,
Hearts left pondering what did remain.
Yet beneath the ruins, a seed may hold,
A chance for forgiveness, tender and bold.
For even in betrayal’s darkest night,
Hope whispers softly, seeking the light.