In the quiet of my room, shadows dance alone,
The whispers of the wind, a melancholy tone.
Stars outside my window, distant and cold,
Reflect the emptiness, a story untold.

The echoes of laughter, memories of the past,
Fade into the night, a silence so vast.
The ticking of the clock, each second a sigh,
Time moves slowly, under the lonely sky.

Dreams of companionship, a distant reverie,
Lost in the haze, of what could never be.
The moonlight’s embrace, a cold gentle touch,
Reminds me of the hands, I miss so much.

Yet in this solitude, a strength I find,
A deeper understanding, of my own mind.
The loneliness, a teacher in disguise,
Revealing truths, in the night’s silent cries.