Shattered Hearts Beneath the Moon

Shattered Hearts Beneath the Moon”**

Beneath the weeping sky I stand, alone upon the shore,
The wind that hums through hollow bones reminds me what was before.
Your voice, a whisper turned to ghost, drifts softly through the rain,
And every droplet carries grief, and every breath — your name.

The stars once danced for us, my love, in nights of silver flame,
When laughter lived within our hands, and nothing felt the same.
We built our dreams from fragile glass, from trust and trembling light,
But glass will break, and dreams will fade, when morning kills the night.

The tide that kissed our footprints once has swallowed every trace,
The ocean keeps its secrets now, it hides your vanished face.
I reach into the endless waves to find the warmth you gave,
But love, like sand, escapes the hand no matter how we crave.

You said, “Forever,” soft and sure, beneath the amber sky,
But “forever” died the moment you learned how to say goodbye.
And now the echo of your vow still haunts this haunted chest,
Where hope and sorrow lie entwined, refusing to find rest.

How cruel the heart that learns too late the cost of being true,
For I had given all of mine, and all of it was you.
Each beat now falls like shattered glass upon the floor of time,
And every scar becomes a verse, and every tear — a rhyme.

The moonlight spills on broken things and makes them shine anew,
Yet even gold can’t heal the cracks the way your absence grew.
I wander through these ruined halls where memories still gleam,
They flicker like the dying flame of what we dared to dream.

The letters that you never sent still burn inside my chest,
The words you never dared to speak deny me of my rest.
I read the silence that you left between each line we wrote,
And feel it cut more sharply still than any blade or note.

The world keeps spinning, cruel and cold, it never waits to mourn,
It laughs above the graves of love and dances on the torn.
But I, I linger in the dark, beneath the stars that wept,
And count the promises you broke, the ones I should’ve kept.

For broken hearts don’t bleed to death; they simply learn to hide,
They paint on smiles, they walk through crowds, with emptiness inside.
They speak in gentle, measured tones as though they’ve found their peace,
But deep within, the storm remains — it never finds release.

I’ve watched the seasons change their coats; I’ve seen the rivers dry,
Yet still your shadow clings to me, it will not say goodbye.
I’ve begged the dawn to take you back, to trade the sun for night,
But even light won’t heal a wound that never saw the light.

So here I carve your memory upon the trembling sea,
Let every wave that breaks tonight remind the world of me.
For I have loved with all my heart and lost with all my soul,
And though I walk with shattered parts, I still remain — not whole.

And if, one day, you pass this shore where lonely spirits weep,
You’ll hear my heart beneath the foam, still singing from the deep.
It hums a song of fractured love, of promises undone,
Of lovers lost to time’s cruel hand, and hearts that beat for none.

Yet though I die a thousand deaths within this quiet pain,
I’d live them all, and love you still, and break my heart again.
For what is life without the ache that makes us who we are?
A sky without its falling stars, a night without its scar.

So let the heavens mourn with me, let every echo cry,
For even broken hearts can dream — though dreams are born to die.
And in the ruin of what we were, where silence claims its part,
There grows the fragile, painful truth — the beauty of a shattered heart.