In the quiet corners where whispers fade,
Two hearts sit in silent, somber shade.
Eyes that speak a thousand unshed tears,
Holding tales of laughter now lost to years.

Beneath the moon’s soft, melancholic glow,
Friends share their sorrows, soft and slow.
Words unspoken, yet deeply understood,
In the language of the heart, silent and good.

Stars above witness their gentle plight,
Casting dreams in the stillness of night.
Yet amid the shadows, a bond remains,
A silver thread through joy and pains.

Though sadness wraps them in its cold embrace,
Friendship ignites a warm, tender space.
In shared silence, they find their way,
To brighter tomorrows, beyond the gray.