In the canvas of my heart, a tapestry of ache,
Silent whispers of your absence, my soul forsake.
Your love, a masterpiece, now frayed and torn,
Leaving fragments of memories, in shadows forlorn.
But within this fracture lies a strength yet unknown,
A phoenix of resilience, rising on its own.
For even as I grieve the loss of our symphony,
I find a melody anew, my own soliloquy.