All night, I ached in her memory

 All night, I ached in her memory,

My heart wept as if shattered in a dream.

My eyes stitched to the pillow’s edge,

As though pain’s needle joined every seam.

The moon seemed silent, almost withdrawn,

Even the stars turned their faces away,

The silence wrapped itself around me,

As if she had gone, too far to stay.

Every breath felt heavy, every moment a weight,

This world empty, lifeless without her trace,

In my heart, an ocean of sorrow rose,

Each wave a scream in the night’s embrace.

I lay awake, tears spilling free,

My heart broke through each hour alone,

Her memories flickered like a flame,

As if burning were now my comfort zone.

Now morning, too, feels barren and cold,

Without her, no hope remains, no light,

All night, I ached in her memory,

As if pain itself were my life’s only right.