In the quiet depths of nightâs embrace,
Lies a sorrow, silent, yet profound.
Whispers echo through the empty space,
Where once loveâs gentle voice was found.
The stars, indifferent in their glow,
Cast shadows on the weary heart.
Memories drift like fallen snow,
Fragile dreams, now torn apart.
The dawn brings light, but not relief,
For sorrow lingers in the morn.
A dance of time, a song of grief,
Of moments lost and futures torn.
Yet in the quiet, hope persists,
A tiny flame against the night.
Through tears and pain, the soul resists,
Seeking solace, seeking light.