In whispers of twilight, where shadows play,
A dying flame flickers, a love gone astray.
The warmth that once radiated, now dwindles to cold, leaving only memories, like ashes grown old.
The stars above twinkle like tears in the night, as I search for the love, that once shone so bright.
But like the ebbing tide, it recedes from my shore, leaving me with the echoes, of what we had before.
In this desolate landscape, I wander and roam, seeking the ghost of love,
that once called me home. But like the fading embers, it vanishes in air, leaving me with nothing, but the whispers of what we once shared.