In the stillness of the midnight hour,
Where shadows dance with quiet power,
Loneliness wraps its cold embrace,
Leaving echoes in an empty space.

Stars weep in a silent sky,
As the moon casts a solitary eye,
The heart yearns for a distant voice,
But finds solace in the quiet noise.

Memories drift like autumn leaves,
Each one a tale that softly grieves,
In the quiet, they come alive,
In the silence, they strive and thrive.

Loneliness, a silent friend,
A companion until the end,
In its whispers, truths are found,
In the emptiness, we are unbound.