Whimpers from the heart, from my bed of lies,
I lie awake, reminiscing about the 24th of September, that dreadful day.
“I don’t love you anymore”, he said,
With no remorse in his eyes as we walked towards the moonlight.
Trees booming about, the season of new beginnings.
Yet my heart whimpering as it endures sad endings.
I lie awake, listening to the echoing sound of my heart.