In whispers lost, the echoes fade away,
Once vibrant love, now shadows cold and gray.
A smile, a tear, the memory remains,
In silent rooms where we had shared our names.
The world grows quiet, heartbeats out of sync,
Dreams once entwined now lost in icy brink.
Words unsaid, wounds that time cannot disguise,
Paths diverge beneath the weeping skies.
Farewell, my love, in sorrow's gentle sway.
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