Echoes of My Solitude

In the still of midnight, when the world falls asleep, I wander through memories that cut far too deep. Every whisper of your voice is etched in the dark, A ghost that haunts the corridors, leaving its mark. I'm lost in echoes of my solitude, Every tear, every sigh, a reminder of you. In the silence of the night, your memory's the art, That paints the pain and beauty inside my broken heart. Empty frames of laughter, shadows of what we had, Now drift like fallen petals, bittersweet and sad. The stars above recount the dreams that slipped away, Leaving me to hold the fragments of yesterday. I search for solace in the quiet of the rain, Hoping that these echoes might ease the lingering pain. Yet every note of silence calls your name so true, Binding me to a past that I can't undo. I'm lost in echoes of my solitude, Every memory a verse of a love that once bloomed. In the quiet of the night, where all my sorrows start, Your image lingers softly, deep within my heart. As dawn breaks slowly, the shadows start to part, But the echoes of our love remain, a work of art. In the stillness of my solitude, I'm forever drawn to you, A silent song of longing, in a world that's lost its hue.