In twilight's glow, she sat alone,
Her heart, an orchard where no seeds were sown.
A solace, once her haven, pure and bright,
Faded to shadows, devoured by the night.

Her cherished star, her anchor in the tide,
Drifted afar, like a moon's fleeting guide.
The bond they shared dissolved like whispered prayer,
Leaving her soul to wander, cold and bare.