In the quiet moments, shadows gently fall,
Whispering tales of what used to be,
The echoes of laughter now faint and small,
As time weaves threads of a forgotten tapestry.

Once vibrant colors now fade to gray,
Memories linger like a distant shore,
Every heartbeat a reminder of yesterday,
Of the warmth and light we shared before.

The empty spaces speak in hushed tones,
Of dreams that danced in the moon’s gentle glow,
Yet in the solitude, the heart still roams,
Seeking solace in the winds that softly blow.

Though loss has carved its mark deep within,
Hope flickers like a candle in the night,
For even in absence, love begins,
To weave new dreams in the morning light.