Two ghosts in the pale moon's light,
Once lovers, now shadows in the night.
In silent rooms, where whispers fade,
A love that time could not evade.
We were fire, now just a glow,
Two hearts that drift, yet never go.
In every touch, a distant dream,
A love that's lost, or so it seems.
Haunted by what used to be,
Two ghosts, bound by memory.
In the echoes of a love once bright,
We linger on, out of sight.
