But hope, a flicker, small and frail, A whispered promise, soft as a gale, May someday mend this shattered veil. The wind howled like a mournful plea, A symphony of sorrow, just for me, Echoing the echoes of the sea. Your absence, a gaping, hollow wound, A silence that forever can't be drowned, In the abyss where solace isn't found. But hope, a flicker, small and frail, A whispered promise, soft as a gale, May someday mend this shattered veil. Like a ghost that takes refuge In the solitude of dead nature, Behind the deserted tombs, one day, I went to seek refuge at your door. In the cold's embrace, I felt so lost, Wasn’t the kind that twists our flesh and bone, But one that claws and quakes, a heavy cost, Like steel, incisive, biting to the stone. But hope, a flicker, small and frail, A whispered promise, soft as a gale, May someday mend this shattered veil. Upon the frozen ground, I tread softly, The whispers of the past danced with the breeze, And in the remnant shadows, I felt lofty, But still, bound by the chains of memories.