In whispers of the silent night, Where shadows drape the waning light, An empty echo fills the space, Where once there was a warm embrace. Lost in corridors of thought, Memories linger, truth's distraught, Pain, a ghost that haunts and weeps, As time its solemn vigil keeps. Gone are voices that used to sing, Left in solitude, the heart's quivering, Alone, beneath the vast expanse, Where stars in distant silence dance. Missing pieces, hearts grown cold, Stories untold in the darkness fold. Yet in the quiet, the soul still seeks, For hidden hope when the dawn breaks.