This will be the longest night of my life
Our love wasn't meant to be
In the quiet of the night, under the watchful moon's light,
I sit alone, with my thoughts taking flight.
A heart once full, now feeling so slight,
As memories of love escape into the night.
Oh, how the stars used to gleam,
Reflecting the sparkle of our shared dream.
But stars fade away, or so it would seem,
Leaving behind only the faintest beam.
We danced in the rain, without any care,
Our laughter echoed in the cool, crisp air.
But now the rain whispers, "Beware, beware,"
Of the emptiness that lingers in despair.
Your voice, once a melody so sweet,
Is now a phantom I cannot meet.
In every shadow, I feel the deceit,
Of a love that left me incomplete.
The promises we made, etched in stone,
Now lie shattered, broken and alone.
A garden of love that we had grown,
Turned to dust, all warmth overthrown.
I reach out to the ghost of your touch,
But all I grasp is the cold, the hush.
The pain, it grips me, it's too much,
For I miss you, my love, oh so much.
In the silence, I hear the echo of 'us,'
A symphony drowned by the distance, thus.
Our love, a painting turned to dust,
A masterpiece lost in time's cruel rush.
So here I sit, with a pen in hand,
Writing verses that you'll never understand.
For you've sailed away to a distant land,
And I'm left with heartbreak's heavy brand.
Yet, in this pain, I find a muse,
A bittersweet refrain, I did not choose.
For even in heartbreak, there's beauty to use,
And from these ashes, new life will infuse.
