a lost love

In the quiet corners of an empty room, Where whispers of laughter now fade into gloom, Photographs linger on a dust-laden shelf, Memories trapped in a shadow of self. Hearts once entwined in a passionate dance, Now echo with silence, a lost, fleeting chance, The warmth of your gaze, the spark in your smile, Have withered like flowers cast out of style. We built castles of dreams in the skies above, With the hope that our hearts were forever in love, But time weaves a tale, both tender and cruel, Tearing the fabric of what we once had fuel. The words left unspoken, the tears unshed, A tapestry frayed, where love was once spread, Each heartbeat a reminder of what now feels cold, The story of us, a sorrowful fold. Yet in the ashes, a lesson does grow, A seed of reflection from the pain and the woe, For love is a journey, some paths come to part, And heartbreak, though heavy, can strengthen the heart. So I’ll gather my pieces, though scattered and worn, With time, a new dawn will break through the forlorn, For love will return, in a different guise, A reminder that endings can lead to new highs. In the garden of life, where old wounds are sown, From heartbreak, a spirit that flourishes, grown— I’ll carr