**A Solitude’s Surrender**

In the hush of dusk, when whispers breathe,
She drapes herself in shadows,
A tapestry woven with threads of absence,
Where echoes of laughter once danced,
Now lie heavy, like the weight of unspoken farewells.

Each sunset bleeds its colors into her skin,
Mingling with the ache of countless tomorrows,
Penitent and aching, leading her,
To that darkened corner of her own heart,
Where sadness nestles, a hollow companion.

For her, solitude wears a crown,
Each spike a reminder of the thorns
That prick at the edges of her soul;
And loneliness, a weighty blanket,
Wraps around her, stifling, relentless.

She stands on the precipice of decision,
Not of life, nor death, but of silence—
Willing to dissolve, like mist at dawn,
To slip through time’s fingers with grace,
If only to escape the hollow drumbeat of sorrow.

It is not the end she offers,
But an elegy for the unrequited,
For in her heart, beneath the fear,
Beneath the fog of tears, lies a profound understanding,
That sometimes absence is kinder than the knife of despair.

Would they remember her smile,
Or the way sunlight wove patterns in her hair?
In her aching heart, she wonders,
Will echoes of her laughter linger on lips,
Or will she fade like a forgotten line in a book?

In the realm of shadows, she holds hope,
A flickering candle sputtering in the wind,
And yet, she contemplates;
Is it freedom to surrender the weight, ...