In the quiet dusk of evening, shadows start to fall,
I wander through the empty streets, where silence speaks to all.
The whisper of the wind, the rustling of the leaves,
They keep me company, as my heart silently grieves.

Beneath the starless sky, my thoughts begin to soar,
They drift to distant memories, to times when I had more.
Now, the echoes of laughter, the warmth of a friend,
Are but faint recollections, in a world that seems to end.

The moonlight casts its glow, a silver path so bright,
Yet it only deepens the abyss, within the heart of night.
For in this vast expanse, where dreams and shadows blend,
Loneliness finds its haven, and my soul it does befriend.

So, I embrace the solitude, its cold and silent touch,
For in this realm of quiet, I find solace in so much.
The tears that fall unseen, the sighs that go unheard,
Become a silent symphony, in a world without a word.