Echoes

the depths of sorrow's embrace, Echoes of me, they find their trace, Through corridors of your weary mind, What we should have been, left behind. A love unrealized, a tale untold, Heartbreak's grip, so cruel and cold, Our paths diverged, forever apart, Leaving scars etched upon each heart. Whispers of promises, once so dear, Now distant echoes, fading, unclear, Regrets like shadows, haunting the night, Lost chances, dreams swallowed by blight. Oh, the ache of what could have been, A symphony of love, now silent within, Fragments of us, scattered and torn, Remnants of a love that was never born. Yet, in the depths of this mournful rhyme, May healing find you, in due time, For heartbreak's echoes may linger and sting, But new beginnings, they too can bring pieces of me. Romique