In the silence of the evening air,Whispers of memories gently fade,The echoes of what we used to share,Begin to find their rightful shade.The stars above, they softly gleam,Reminding me of dreams once bright,Yet now I walk a different dream,As shadows blend into the night.The heart, though heavy, learns to fly,Unburdened by the chains of old,A gentle breath, a whispered sigh,Letting go of hands I cannot hold.For in release, there’s quiet strength,A path uncharted, yet so clear,Embracing solitude at length,Finding peace in every tear.