In the quiet corners of a forgotten room,
Where shadows dance with whispered sighs,
Lies the echo of a heart once whole,
Now fractured by the weight of silent cries.

The moonlight weeps through cracked windows,
Casting pale glimmers on tear-stained walls,
While memories linger in the cold night air,
Haunting whispers of love that softly calls.

Time moves slowly in this desolate place,
Where dreams are woven with threads of despair,
Each moment a reminder of what was lost,
A dance of shadows in the empty air.

Yet within this sorrow, a fragile hope remains,
A flicker of light in the depths of the night,
For even in the darkness, love’s gentle touch,
Can mend the fragments and bring new sight.