For the trapped hearts

That one cold night, when two hearts decided to bleed,
I was walking alone in the streets.

Felt you called my name, but when I turned to see your face,
it was the cold breeze echoing your warmth on my skin.

Like whispers in the wind, they softly speak
of cherished bonds and a journey unique.

Yet time marches on, relentless and cold,
while my heart remains trapped in stories untold.

How easy it was for you to shatter my soul
From the fragments, I found the courage to be bold.

Each tear that falls, a silent refrain,
a testament to the ache, the endless pain.

But someday, perhaps in the distant dawn,
may this heart find solace and finally move on.