Carved gently in these vacant halls
Initials of our fate
And like the words she said to me
If not for closure's sake
So silence quenched in black and white
Is all that's left to trace
The dim lit lights, a quiet drive
Attached with daybreak's grace
It's in the way she smiles at me
The softness of her hair
Or maybe when she laughs out loud
The brilliance of her stare