In shadows deep, where silence weaves its spell,
A solitary soul, a captive in its shell.
No kindred spirit, no hand to gently hold,
A heart adrift, in oceans vast and cold.

The moon, a silvered witness, watches from above,
As echoes of the past, whisper tales of love.
A longing gaze, lost in the endless night,
Yearning for warmth, a comforting light.

In solitude's embrace, thoughts wander...