In the quiet of the lonely streets,
Echoes of footsteps long since gone,
Hearts whisper wishes to meet,
In dreams where hope is drawn.

Windows become our eyes to the world,
The sky a canvas, stories untold,
We watch as time gently unfurls,
In hues of silver and gold.

Longing for touch, a distant embrace,
The warmth of laughter, a familiar face,
Yet within the silence, we find our grace,
In solitude’s delicate, tender space.

Though apart, our spirits intertwine,
In shared resilience, we brightly shine,
Together, we’ll rise, in love’s design,
As stars that guide through the night divine.