You ink the pages that carry your name, You take the pictures that fill your frame. But chapters change, and some depart… Leaving behind the scars of the heart. Morning finds you in a room grown still, Her laughter gone, but memory filled. One breathless space, one closing door, But you're not the ending she left you for. The healing starts in the silence of light, Not in the noise, not in the fight. You walk through echoes of what was true, The past still shapes the shape of you. Embers rise, then fade away What once was fire still lights the way You can’t erase the love you knew But from the ash, you find what’s true The road ahead, an unknown name, Just shifting skies and a flickering flame. You are not just who you've been, You're what you dare to write again. The old wounds whisper, soft and low, Not to stop, but to let you grow. They are proof that love was real, That hearts still break, and still they heal. Embers rise, then fade away What once was fire still lights the way You can’t erase the love you knew But you can build with ash and start anew You ink the pages that carry your name, You choose the pictures that fill your frame. Scars of the heart, brushstrokes of pain, Not your ending… just a new frame.
