The sunset whispers softly, drowning in a tide,
A crackle in the silence, where our shadows used to hide.
Moments left unspoken, like echoes of the past,
In this empty room, where the light no longer lasts.
Faded photographs, we drift in soft-focus hues,
Chasing after fragments, lost in the muted blues.
Every laugh, every tear, they flicker, then they flee,
Like waves upon the shoreline, washing over me.
In the quiet of the night, where dreams begin to blend,
A melody of heartbeats that the stars cannot defend.
The warmth of your presence haunts these empty halls,
As the tide of time pulls gently, no one answers my calls.
We danced in vivid colors, now it's just a shade,
Fading into twilight, memories slowly frayed.
Still, I hear the crackle, like a vinyl on repeat,
Tracing all the moments that we let slip to defeat.
So I gaze into the distance, where the horizon bends,
Soft-focus on the sunset, where every journey ends.
Though the tide keeps on turning, and I feel it in my soul,
The softness of your laughter, it's what makes me whole.
As the night drapes its velvet, I finally understand,
In the echo of the silence, you will always hold my hand.
So let the waves crash louder, let the memories cascade,
For even in the empty, it’s the love that never fades.
Lofi
Tide, crackle, empty, soft-focus, fade