I wander through the shadows, where the echoes softly scream,
An empty room of whispers, lost in a forgotten dream.
Each corner holds a sorrow, a fragile trace of time,
Where laughter turned to silence, and hope began to climb.
A collision of our visions, two worlds that could have been,
But time will wear the brightest, till all that's left is thin.
I reach for what's elusive, a ghost of you remains,
But every grasp just crumbles, and I’m left with aching chains.
The streets remember footsteps, but they lead to nowhere fast,
With every passing heartbeat, you're a memory amassed.
I see you in the faces of the strangers passing by,
A fleeting glimpse of promise, just a tear that we can't dry.
Chasing fading sunsets, I confront the fall of night,
But each dawn steals the colors, replacing warmth with light.
And though I try to fight it, I feel myself surrender,
To a hollow sense of longing, a heart that won't remember.
Wasted moments swell like waves, crashing into this resolve,
Numb to all the feelings that we used to call our own.
The collision of our futures, the past we couldn't mend,
Leaves me stranded in this cycle, isolated in the end.
But through the pain, I gather scraps, framed memories in my hands,
And maybe in this sorrow, I'll find where love withstands.
Though emptiness surrounds me, and colors fade away,
In the quiet, I still hear you—the voice that holds my stay.
So I’ll learn to embrace the shadows, let the silence sing,
For every tear is part of me, a lesson learned in sting.
And as the night comes crawling in, I'll hold the truth so near,
That even in the void, my heart will know you’re here.
In this collision of our lives, I'm grateful for the grace,
The memories may fade, but they still find their place.
Though I might feel wasted, and sorrow claims its throne,
In the wreckage of this journey, I am finally not alone.
Alternative
Wasted, empty, sorrow, collision, memory, numb