Beneath the moon's pale, silver gaze,
Where shadows dance in silent ways,
My heart aches with a weight unseen,
Lost in the echoes of what might have been.
Each star a whisper of dreams once shared,
Now scattered like leaves, cold and bared,
In the garden where our laughter grew,
Now only memories in morning dew.
Your voice, a ghost in the autumn air,
Softly calling from places where
Our paths diverged, and we grew apart,
Leaving behind a fractured heart.
The nights are long, the silence deep,
In lonely hours, I silently weep,
For the love that slipped through time's cruel hand,
Like grains of sorrow in endless sand.
Yet in the darkness, hope does gleam,
A distant echo, a fleeting dream,
That somewhere in the world so wide,
Our lost love finds a place to hide.
Until then, I bear this silent pain,
A soul wandering in love's refrain,
Haunted by the whisper of your name,
In a world that will never be the same.
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Fragments of Me
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