The love is over.

Your once smile-laden face turned sour, A coldness in your stare, a hardness in your heart. The warmth of your touch, now a distant memory, Fading like the embers of a once-roaring fire. The carelessness of your words cut deep, Like shattered glass, piercing my soul. Our conversations, a facade, A fragile veil hiding the truth I couldn't hold. "He might be going through something," I thought, Giving you excuses, naive and caught. But the silence grew, a heavy weight, Crushing my hopes, erasing our fate. Your actions spoke the truth: The love is over. No gentle goodbye, just a fading light, Leaving me with shattered dreams, endless night.