HOLLOW

 A whispered word, a hand held tight,
A promise made in fading light.
A future painted, bright and bold,
A story waiting to unfold.

But days turned cold, the sky turned gray,
The promised future slipped away.
The hand released, the words forgot,
A hollow space where hope was caught.

The vibrant colors, now all gone,
A silent echo lingers on.
A fragile trust, now broken through,
A question asked, "What should I do?"

The empty words, a bitter taste,
A garden now a barren waste.
A lesson learned, though hard and deep,
Some promises are not to keep.