In the depths of solitude, where shadows cling like memories, I sit alone. The darkness wraps around me, a silent witness to the ache within. Each step echoes the fading footsteps of those who once walked beside me, their presence now a haunting absence. Love, like a fragile flame, flickers and fades, leaving only the cold remnants of longing. In this desolate expanse, I am both lost and never found—a constellation of heartache against the velvet canvas of abandonment