In the shadow of a fading day,  
Where whispers linger, lost in the fray,  
I gather fragments, pieces of light,  
Searching for meaning in the heart of the night.  

Ghosts of laughter echo through trees,  
The wind carries secrets, a gentle tease,  
Yet silence, a shroud, holds tight to my breath,  
As I dance with the specters of love and of death.  

Beneath the surface where colors drain,  
I walk through memories, both joy and pain,  
A tether to moments that slip through my hands,  
Like grains of soft sand on forgotten sands.  

What does it mean to feel the weight,  
Of sorrow and joy intertwined by fate?  
In darkness I wander, in light I may roam,  
Seeking the warmth of a heart once called home.  

And in the stillness, a question remains,  
Do words hold power when wrapped in chains?  
If apologies echo in absence and void,  
What’s left of the heart when all love is destroyed?  

So here I stand, on the edge of this fall,  
Searching for solace in the midst of it all,  
With each breath I take and each tear I release,  
I’ll find my own way to that fragile peace.