Shadows of memories drift softly,
Each step holds a silent cry.
The past murmurs in every corner—
Deep inside, scars whisper.

Invisible wounds carved by time,
A hidden ache that speaks in silence.
Every tick of the silent clock
Echoes the loss of tender moments,
Time stealing pieces of my heart.

Every beat echoes a memory,
A soft reminder of love unreturned—
A rhythm of tears and unspoken words.
In the dark, my soul cries out,
Desperate whispers fill the void,
A plea for comfort in endless night.

My eyes become a mirror of loss,
Reflecting a world of muted sorrow,
Where every tear speaks of broken dreams.
I wander through darkened streets,
Carrying a heart heavy with grief,
Searching for solace in the quiet gloom.

Every laugh is now a memory,
A ghost of joy that slipped away,
Leaving behind a quiet melancholy