In the quiet hours of the night,
When the world is still and serene,
Memories drift like ancient whispers,
Of days that could have been.

The echoes of laughter now faded,
Mingle with the silent tears,
As I walk through the corridors,
Of forgotten hopes and fears.

The stars above seem to mourn,
For the dreams that lost their way,
In the vast expanse of time,
Where shadows of the past stay.

Yet amidst the sorrow and the pain,
A faint light begins to spark,
A reminder that even in loss,
There is beauty in the dark.