In the sterile halls where echoes cry, A fiancé arrives with hope held high, Through beeping heartbeats, through sterile air, He's drawn to despair that he’s unaware. Promises whispered beneath the stars, Now shattered like glass in a world of scars, He stands by a bed, where futures lie still, A future erased by another's ill will. Midst sterile sheets, bruised beauty rests, A silent story the white walls confess, With trembling hands, he touches her face, Her warmth now a memory, an eternal space. Tears trace paths of salt and sorrow, In the grip of today, he fears no tomorrow, For love has woven a sacred shroud, A vow carved deep, silent but loud. In his chest, a requiem is penned, Of endings unchosen, dreams that must bend, Yet in the shadows, a star softly gleamed, To carry her light, in the twilight between.