In the quiet corners of a shadowed heart,
Where whispers of the past linger and fade,
A solitary figure stands apart,
In the silence, a lonely serenade.

The moonlight casts a gentle, wistful glow,
Upon the path where footsteps once were bold,
Now echoes of a journey long ago,
Where stories of warmth and laughter unfold.

In dreams, the world awakens bright and clear,
Yet waking hours drape in muted gray,
A tapestry of solitude and fear,
The heart’s deep longing held at bay.

Yet hope, like dawn, whispers through the night,
A promise that the soul shall find its way,
Beyond the shadows into the light,
Where loneliness can no longer stay.