In the gallery of memories, framed in hues of blue,
Whispers of your name, like an echo they pursue.
Our love, once a tapestry of dreams and delight,
Now a mosaic of tears, in the lonely hours of night.
Yet, within this shattered mural, resilience finds its way,
Picking up the fragments, embracing a new day.
For though my heart is broken, the spirit learns to soar,
And through the cracks of sorrow, hope seeps even more.