In the quiet whispers of the night,
Where shadows dance in pale moonlight,
I find the echoes of our past,
But they fade away, they never last.

The scent of you has disappeared,
From places where you once were near,
And though I try to hold on tight,
Your image blurs, fades out of sight.

The laughter that we used to share,
Now lingers like a ghostly air,
I reach out for your hand once more,
But grasp the emptiness of yore.

Time and distance play their part,
In erasing you from my heart,
Yet in the void, I still recall,
The love we had before the fall.