"Solitude can cradle forgotten joys, revealing the beauty in stillness and the echoes of laughter that remain."
Raindrops trace paths on glassy panes,
Memories linger like fading stains.
Slides stand still in their silent grace,
The warmth of laughter lost in this place.
City lights flicker against the night,
A soft glow cradles the remnants of flight.
In shadows, whispers of joy still reside,
While longing dances with time as a guide.