A rhythm echoing, empty and profound.
Sunlight streams through dusty panes,
Casting shadows, dancing with the pains.
A silence hangs, a heavy weight,
Where laughter used to resonate.
The phone remains, untouched, unrung,
A silent witness to a love unsung.
The city sleeps, a million dreams,
But mine are filled with lonely schemes.
Of faces fading, voices gone,
A longing for a touch, a hand to hold, to dawn.
The moon hangs high, a silver tear,
Reflecting back my deepest fear.
That solitude will be my fate,
A lonely heart, forever sealed by fate.
But still, a spark, a tiny flame,
Flickers within, whispering my name.
A hope remains, a fragile thread,
That loneliness, someday, will be shed.