Shattered Echoes

In the quiet hours of night, I hear
The echoes of a love that once was near,
Your voice, a whisper in the dark,
A ghostly flame, a dying spark.

Beneath the moon's cold, distant gaze,
I walk alone through memories' maze,
Each step a dagger in my chest,
Each thought of you, a lost caress.

Our dreams now lie in shattered shards,
Scattered across the broken yards,
Where once we laughed and held on tight,
Now shadows fall, devoid of light.

The promises we swore to keep,
Now haunt the places where I sleep,
A symphony of silent screams,
A fractured tale of broken dreams.

Yet in this void of endless pain,
I seek the strength to rise again,
To mend the pieces of my soul,
To find a way to make me whole.

For though my heart is bruised and torn,
From love's deep well, new strength is born,
And in the echoes of the past,
I'll find a love that's meant to last