“getting broken up with feeling abandoned left broken”

A cold wind drifts where sunlight used to be,  
An empty chair beside a silent phone;  
I gather fragments of our history,  
Mistaking echoes for a heartbeat’s tone.  

Your laughter lingers faint along these walls,  
A memory etched in dust you left behind—  
I call, but only loneliness recalls  
The hush that drapes itself about my mind.  

How quick the halcyon days turn to gray,  
When love, once sturdy, splinters in the night;  
Abandoned where you once would warm my way,  
I learn the stars alone bestow their light.  

Yet from these broken pieces I will rise,  
A gentler heart, reborn behind tear-bright eyes.

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