The words hang heavy, a ghost in the air,
"You used to love me," a truth I can't bear.
A phantom echo, a song out of tune,
Of a time when our hearts beat beneath the same moon.

Sunsets were brighter, the laughter more bold,
A story of 'us,' in vibrant hues told.
Your eyes held a light, a reflection of me,
A love that felt boundless, wild, and so free.

We built castles of dreams on foundations of trust,
Whispering promises, turning to dust.
Now the walls are all crumbled, the landscape is bare,
And the silence is deafening, a constant despair.
...