In the silent hallways of our shared past,
Echoes linger, soft and slow,
Whispers of yesterdays that seemed to last,
Now fading in the gentle flow.

The sun dips low, casting shadows long,
Memories dance in twilight’s embrace,
A melody of our once vibrant song,
Now a tender, lingering trace.

Through tear-streaked windows, stars appear,
Guiding the lonely through the night,
In the absence, love draws near,
Illuminating the heart’s quiet flight.

Though paths diverge and time moves on,
The soul remembers, never apart,
In every dawn, a new song drawn,
Goodbye, a whispered art.