In dim-lit corners of a smoky haunt,
Where spirits dance to forget their pain,
Two souls find solace amidst the fray,
The man at the bar and the girl at bay.

He, drowning sorrows in amber haze,
Seeking to wash away the night's bitter taste,
Haunted by memories he cannot erase,
Invisible amidst the boisterous chase.

She, with trembling hands and a weary gaze,
Raises her glass to mute the echoes of yesterday,
Aching heartstrings, tied in knots, frayed,
Invisible, yearning for shadows to fade.

Their paths converge, two broken souls,
Seeking refuge from wounds that refuse to heal,
Do they not share the same bittersweet toll,
Both caught in life's relentless wheel?

The man, lost in his own desperate abyss,
Longs for a touch, a glance, a word, amiss,
Yet his pleas go unnoticed, as if unseen,
A shadow among shadows, a ghostly sheen.

And the girl, too, feels the weight of her plight,
Aching beneath a shroud of silent plight,
Seeking solace in spirits, her silent plea,
Invisible to the world, just like he.

Could it be, in this realm of fractured dreams,
Where pain and longing intertwine,
That the girl and the man, in silent screams,
Are but reflections of the same design?

Seeking refuge from painful memories,
They sit in silence, together apart,
Invisible souls, yearning to break free,
Bound by the echoes of their broken hearts.