She waited by the window every night,
For a voice, a hug, a guiding light.
But he was a shadow, never there,
A ghost of love lost in the air.
She found solace in a boy’s soft smile,
A love that burned but died in a while.
Like autumn leaves in a fleeting dance,
He left her hands, no second chance.
Now, she walks with echoes inside,
A child, a lover—both denied.
Yet in the silence, she still stands tall,
Learning to love herself through it all.
So sad. Good poem