In the quiet of the night, where dreams fade,
Whispers of shadows softly invade,
Tears fall like rain from eyes unseen,
Carrying tales of what might have been.

The moon, a guardian of unspoken grief,
Offers no solace, just silent relief,
Stars flicker, understanding the pain,
In the vastness where hope seems in vain.

Memories linger in the stillness of time,
Echoes of laughter in a solemn chime,
The heart, a vessel of endless sorrow,
Yearns for a brighter, hopeful tomorrow.

Yet in the darkness, a gentle embrace,
A promise of dawn, a tender grace,
Sadness, a river, deep and wide,
Flows with the strength of an untamed tide.