My tears

In the heart's quiet chambers, shadows play,
Whispers of memories, haunting and grey.
Tears like raindrops, falling from above,
In the vast expanse of longing, lost in love.

Each heartbeat echoes a silent plea,
For the touch of hands now gone, yet free.
In the depths of sorrow, the soul's lament,
Yearning for solace, yet never content.

Oh, how the stars weep, in the midnight sky,
Witness to the ache that refuses to die.
A symphony of sadness, in every sigh,
As time marches on, and dreams slowly fly.

But amidst the darkness, a flicker of light,
Guiding the broken through the endless night.
Hope's gentle whisper, a balm to the soul,
In the tender embrace of healing, made whole.

So let the tears fall, like rain in spring,
For from sorrow's depths, new beginnings bring.
In the tapestry of life, each thread we weave,
Embracing the joy, and learning to grieve.