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