In the quiet of the night, whispers linger,
Shadows dance where light used to embrace,
The heart, a hollow vessel, gently shivers,
Longing for the warmth of a familiar face.

Echoes of laughter, now a distant memory,
Drift like autumn leaves upon the breeze,
Each moment captured, a fleeting reverie,
Wrapped in the solace of silent pleas.

Time moves slowly, yet with such haste,
Carrying away fragments of the past,
In every heartbeat, a lingering taste,
Of love once known, too fragile to last.

Yet in this void, a quiet strength grows,
From tender tears, new life begins to bloom,
For in the echoes of what we once chose,
We find the courage to dispel the gloom.