Elegy of Solitude

In monochrome silence, they sit apart, Two figures lost in their own heart, A bench ornate, a backdrop stark, Their world, a canvas left in the dark. The woman's dress, a flowing sigh, The man's suit, a rigid, stoic guise, Their faces, profiles, turned away, A poignant tale of love's decay. The shadows dance, a mournful hue, As if the night itself is mourning too, The light above, a spotlight's gleam, Highlights their isolation, a sorrowful dream. In this grayscale, we see their pain, A reflection of love that cannot remain, Their solitude, a heavy, unspoken weight, A moment frozen, a heartbreaking fate.