In quiet corners of their home, they dwell,
Where dust settles on old passion, and dreams decay,
They move like shadows, mere echoes of a spell,
Of a love once ablaze, now dimmed to gray.
Her eyes, like rain-soaked petals, try to hide the pain,
In her faded nightgown, she longs for an embrace,
No make up, she knows all her efforts would be in vain,
For he no longer sees the canvas of her face...
