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.