A door closes softly, Echoing the silence, Where laughter once danced, Memories flutter like autumn leaves, Each tender touch now a ghost. Word linger like shadows, Heavy in the air, What was a promise Frays at the edges, Thread of us unraveling, Finding peace and acceptance. I stand, A map of lost roads, But the sun breaks through, Sowing the seeds of tomorrow, Softly whispering, It time to begin anew.