Ctrl, Alt, Delete: Silence

tears in the pillows, empty in the sheets

in the silence of the night,
tears find their solace in the embrace of pillows,
each droplet a whispered lamentation
absorbed by the fabric.

the sheets,
once filled with laughter and warmth,
now lay empty,
holding echoes of lost dreams and fleeting moments.

a hollow emptiness lingers in the room,
where memories once danced,
now replaced by a sombre void that permeates the very essence
of the space.