In the quiet corners of our home,


Where laughter danced, now echoes roam,


You've left, a ghost in their bright eyes,


Three little hearts, beneath the skies.


They search for shadows of your face,


In every smile, in every space,


Yet, the love that once filled the room,


Has turned to whispers, steeped in gloom.

You wielded words like daggers, sharp,


And left them bleeding, a silent harp,


Strummed in the night, where dreams take flight,


But darkness stifled their soft light.


The promises made, like paper boats,


Drifted away on river moats,


Each lie, each tear, unfurled wide streams,


In the garden of unfulfilled dreams.

You chose the thrill of fleeting charms, Instead of our home, instead of our arms,


Chasing the siren songs of deceit,


While our children learned the weight of defeat.


With every bruise that marred my soul,


Our sanctuary shattered, no longer whole.


But in the wreckage of your cruel reign,


We gather the pieces, rise from the pain.

Their laughter now echoes, a different tune,


A symphony spun beneath the moon—


Strength wrapped in courage, love blooming anew,


Together we forge paths, as the old fades from view.


For scars may remain, yet so do we,


Unbroken spirits, wild and free.


No longer a shadow of who we were,


But a testament to love, a heart's whisper.

In the calm of the aftermath, we'll dance,


Hand in hand, reclaiming our chance,


For though you departed, with your empty throne,


This home, this love, will always be our own.


Together we'll build, though the journey is long,


With children who rise, resilient and strong.