A heart once shattered, torn apart,
Speaks in silence, cries in the dark.
But in the stillness, words can rise,
Like tender rain beneath the skies.

A gentle phrase, a kind embrace,
Can fill the void, slow down the race.
A whispered comfort, soft and near,
Turns fractured dreams to something clear.

Language, a balm for wounds unseen,
It mends the spaces in between....