Whispers in the night, shadows on the wall, Echoes of a time when we had it all, Silent rooms, they breathe, memories so cold, In the stillness here, the stories we told.

Every whispered word, every faded scar, In the quiet dark, we remember who we are, Slowly drifting down, like leaves in the fall, In the silence now, we hear it all.

Empty streets we roam, under silver skies, Searching for a light in each other's eyes, Lonely hearts entwined, beneath the moon's soft glow, In this endless night, where the shadows grow.