In the stillness of the night, I wander,
Through corridors where echoes softly fade,
A world untouched by the warmth of others,
Where solitude weaves its intricate braid.

Stars above, mere distant spectators,
Witness to the whispers of my soul,
In this realm of self-imposed seclusion,
Where dreams and reality quietly stroll.

The moon casts its gentle luminescence,
Upon the paths of my lonely heart,
Yet in the absence of familiar faces,
I find solace in the art of being apart.

Each tear a testament to the silence,
Each breath a journey through the unknown,
In the embrace of shadows, I discover,
The strength within, when truly alone.