My broken heart, a cathedral of dusk,
where stained-glass dreams bleed into rust.
I kneel on shards of every vow we sung,
altars of echo crumble, one by one.
Your name, a ghost note, vibrates the nave,
each pulse a black rose on the wave.
If love is ruin, let ruin be art—
I wear the cracks like constellations, apart.
Still the organ of night plays our refrain,
a requiem of rain, a requiem of rain.