In the quiet of the night, I wander alone,
Where shadows dance to the tune of forgotten dreams.
Your laughter, once a melody, now a distant tone,
Echoes softly through the silence, or so it seems.

Memories unfold like pages worn and old,
Each one a testament to what we had and lost.
In the gentle breeze, our stories are retold,
Yet the warmth of your touch is the greatest cost.

Stars above, silent witnesses to our plight,
Glimmer faintly, as if they too feel the pain.
They watched as love shone bright, then dimmed from sight,
Leaving only whispers in the falling rain.

Yet in this solitude, there’s a solace found,
For love, though lost, remains a part of me.
In every heartbeat, your presence does resound,
A gentle echo of what was meant to be.