The moonlight fades, the stars turn cold,
The echoes whisper stories untold.
Her voice still lingers in the air,
A haunting ghost, a vacant stare.

She left, and time began to stall,
Each moment stretched, yet meant nothing at all.
The walls still hum our quiet song,
But even they know it won’t last long.

Her scent still clings to hollow space,
Yet I can’t trace her fading face.
My hands reach out to grasp the past,
But love like ours was not meant to last.

The nights grow long, the dawn stays far,
My sky is bare without her star.
And though the world still turns the same,
Without her, even fire feels tame.

If love could heal, if time could mend,
Would silence bring this heart an end?
Or must I learn to walk alone,
In empty halls once called my home?