In the quiet whispers of the night,
Where shadows dance in pale moonlight,
Lies the echo of a love once bright,
Now fading gently out of sight.

We walked on paths where dreams unfold,
In gardens where stories were told,
Yet time, with hands both swift and cold,
Turned our moments into tales of old.

Your laughter, like a distant song,
Still haunts the places we belong,
In memories both faint and strong,
Where love once bloomed and now feels wrong.

Yet in this silence, deep and wide,
Lives the truth we cannot hide,
That love, though lost, will still abide,
In the quiet, where our hearts reside.