In the quiet corners of the night,
Where shadows stretch and dreams take flight,
There lies a tale of echoing sighs,
Of whispered goodbyes beneath the skies.

Once vibrant hearts now softly wane,
In silent rooms where memories remain,
The whispers of laughter, now just a trace,
Lingering in the vast empty space.

The gentle touch, a fading caress,
Leaves behind a haunting emptiness,
In the echoes of forgotten words,
Where silence is the only voice heard.

Yet in the solitude, a seed is sown,
A resilience blooms, once unknown,
From the ashes of what was cast away,
The dawn of hope begins to sway.