Город молчит но твой голос живёт во мне

Had
Under the cold streetlight,
Shadows hide my steps till dawn.
Yet somewhere deep inside me still
Your quiet words softly dawn.
Windows darken,
Wind carries away
The whisper of passing cars
Into the empty yards’ void.
But in this night,
My heart asks for nothing
But the echo of your voice.
The city stands in silence, yet your voice lives in me.
Each night it sounds like a forgotten spring.
Outside, the silence deepens,
Yet within the dark, you grow louder—