love — though broken

love — though broken

Find me in the stars, still dreaming of your light,

where silence breathes your name each night,

I trace your shape through constellations high,

and ache to hold you where the shadows lie.

And when dawn dares break the tender dark,

your echo lingers; soft, a fading spark,

For love, though broken, leaves its art,

carved in the darkness between my soul and my lonely heart.