In the shadowed corners of an empty room,
Whispers linger, soft as a fading dream.
Memories dance in the dust-laden beams,
Where once laughter wove its golden loom.

The echo of a vanished smile remains,
A phantom touch upon a weary heart.
In the quiet, grief and love impart,
A tapestry of intertwined pains.

The night wraps its shroud around the soul,
Stars flicker like tears in the boundless sky.
Yet, in the darkness, hope learns to fly,
Weaving solace from the fractured whole.

Time moves on, a gentle, relentless stream,
Carrying whispers of what once was real.
In the silence, hearts begin to heal,
Holding close the echoes of a dream.