In the quiet shadows of the evening,
Where dreams often dare to wander,
Lies a path of unspoken promises,
Draped in the silence of what could not be.

The heart whispers tales of longing,
Of moments that slipped through the seams,
As the night sky holds its breath,
In the quiet, rejection softly gleams.

Eyes meet with a fleeting glance,
Yet turn away, lost in the crowd,
For love, once hoped to be a dance,
Now walks the road, unbowed.

The echoes of a gentle sigh,
Fade into the night’s embrace,
Leaving only the silent cry,
Of dreams that time cannot erase.