In the silent chambers of the mind,
Where shadows softly intertwine,
Lies the echo of days left behind,
In the realm where memories resign.

Forgotten whispers kiss the night,
As stars shed tears of ancient light,
Hearts once close now out of sight,
Lost in the abyss of endless flight.

Time’s cruel hand, it sweeps away,
The moments that we hoped would stay,
Faces fade like dawn’s first ray,
In the theater of life’s grand play.

Yet in the silent, lonesome hours,
When solitude blooms like wilting flowers,
We remember the forgotten powers,
Of love that once was ours.