In the echo of a silent room,
Memories dance like dust in light,
Once vibrant, now shadows loom,
In the heart’s quiet, endless night.
The breeze carries whispers of yore,
Tender moments, a fleeting grace,
Each sigh a reminder of more,
Longing etched on a wistful face.
Stars above, in distant skies,
Reflect the tears that softly fall,
Each twinkle a thousand goodbyes,
In the vastness, feeling small.
Yet in the darkness, hope will rise,
A gentle tide against the pain,
For in each ending, new beginnings lie,
In loss, the seeds of life remain.