In the quiet corners of the night,
Where whispers of love once bloomed,
Now echoes linger, a haunting sight,
In this silent, desolate room.

The stars above, they weep and fade,
Their light a memory, distant and cold,
For in the shadows, dreams were laid,
Now stories of a heart untold.

Beneath the moon’s gentle glow,
I trace the paths we used to tread,
Each step a reminder, soft and slow,
Of the words we wished we’d said.

As dawn breaks, a new day begins,
Yet the heart still mourns the night,
For in its depths, the ache spins,
Until hope finds its light.