In the hush of night, where shadows creep,
Whispers of solitude begin to seep.
A heart beats softly, in quiet despair,
Yearning for a presence that isn’t there.

The moonlight bathes the empty room,
Casting shadows of forgotten bloom.
Memories dance in the silent air,
Filling the void with a lingering stare.

Stars above twinkle, distant and cold,
Stories of loneliness quietly told.
A soul wanders in the vast unknown,
Seeking warmth that it has never known.

Yet in the stillness, a hope ignites,
A gentle whisper in the endless nights.
For even in solitude’s deep embrace,
There lies the promise of a warmer place.