In the quiet hours, shadows deepen.
Echoes of laughter now lost and weakened.
An empty chair, a hollowed space.
Memories linger, but warmth is erased.
The days stretch long, a relentless gray.
Each moment whispers what’s been taken away.
In the silence, where comfort once lay,
Now rests a void that’s here to stay.
Familiar rooms now cold and stark,
Once filled with light, now lost to dark.
A solitary heart, heavy with grief,
Searching for solace, but finding no relief.
Whispers of the past float like ghosts,
Haunting each corner, where love engrossed.
A presence missed, a voice unheard,
A life once shared, now blurred.
Time moves on, indifferent and cold,
Yet the ache persists, a story untold.
In the shadows of a life once bright,
Now dwells a soul, alone each night.
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