Lonely Hours Of The Night

Lonely Hours Of The Night

The night hums soft, a quiet tune,

A silver hush beneath the moon.

The empty chair, the silent sigh,

A heart so full, yet asking why.

The walls remember every sound,

A whispered name still circling round.

The clock hands crawl, the hours slow,

A longing only shadows know.

A thousand thoughts, a single ache,

A smile I wear, a smile I fake.

The world moves on, a distant blur,

And hope’s a ghost I barely stir.

The stars blink cold, too far to touch,

Their distant glow — it speaks too much.

I reach for dreams that slip away,

And beg the dawn to let me stay.

The quiet lingers, sharp and clear,

No voice to break the silence here.

Just time, a weight I cannot see,

A hollow room, and only me.

And when the morning spreads its light,

It finds me much the same as night.

No softer breath, no hand to hold —

Just empty hours, still and cold.