Each night, I sit in shadows deep,
the lights extinguished, the world asleep.
Darkness wraps me in its cold embrace,
a solitary witness to time’s quiet race.

I replay the past like a haunting refrain,
a bittersweet symphony laced with pain.
Every memory, a needle’s sting,
a venomous comfort only sorrow can bring.

I sift through the catalog, moment by moment,
searching for the ache, my soul’s torment.
The sharpest shard, the deepest wound,
a melody of grief in a heart attuned.

I wait for dawn, for its golden hue,
to escape this cycle and start anew.
But the sun won’t rise, its warmth denied,
for without her, even daylight has died.

In her absence, my world’s lost its light,
a ceaseless descent into endless night.
High on this pain, I drift and fall,
a shadow of love, a ghost of it all.