In twilight’s dimming, a silence grows,
Where laughter once, like rivers, flowed.
Now echoes of what used to be,
Whisper through the autumn trees.
The trust we built, like castles high,
Now crumbled ruins against the sky.
Words unsaid and wounds unseen,
Drift like shadows in between.
Time once shared, now lost in space,
Faces turned, averted grace.
Memories, like fallen leaves,
Scatter with the slightest breeze.
Yet in the heart, a flicker stays,
A hope that dawn might bring new days.
For broken friendships, though they grieve,
May find a way to once believe.