The nights when sleep escapes me,
I lie awake, staring at the ceiling,
Images of you flicker in the dark,
Ghosts of memories that refuse to rest,
A chorus of what went wrong,
Melodies of what might have been.

Love—so unpredictable,
A fragile dance of falling in,
And unraveling as we fall out.
It leaves a quiet ache,
A reminder of how fleeting
and yet enduring it can be.

Inner peace—it hides, elusive,
But not beyond reach.
Not in the past,
Not in the “what ifs,”
But within.
Look within,
And there, perhaps, you’ll find it waiting,
Soft and steady,
Ready to carry you through the night.