Under the flickering streetlight's gaze,
we wander through echoes of wrong turns,
each step a question, each pause a sigh,
the night air heavy with unspoken words,
as harsh sounds clash with soft whispers.
Your eyes search for signs in the dark,
while I sense the weight of our silence,
the city's hum a distant, restless heart,
our journey a symphony of missteps,
a melody that neither of us can hum.
The streetlight flickers, a gentle reminder,
that some paths are meant to be lost,
as we stand at the edge of realization,
holding onto echoes that fade with dawn,
accepting that all that's left is memory.