In the hollow of the night, shadows softly creep,
Echoes of whispers lost, where secrets weep.
Walls adorned with memories, now faded and gray,
Silent witnesses to dreams that slipped away.

The wind sings a lonely song through broken panes,
As dust dances gently in abandoned lanes.
Ghosts of laughter linger in the empty rooms,
Heartbeats of the past in forgotten blooms.

Footsteps on the creaking floors tell tales untold,
Of hopes once bright, now weathered and old.
The moon casts a gentle light on the shattered glass,
Reflecting the solitude that time cannot surpass.

Yet in the stillness, a quiet strength remains,
A reminder of love that once flowed through these veins.
Though abandoned, the spirit whispers clear,
In the silence, a promise still lingers near.