In the quiet moments of the night,
When the world is still and hushed,
Grief comes softly, wrapping tight,
Like shadows in a mournful rush.
The echoes of your laughter fade,
Leaving whispers in the air,
Memories that time won’t trade,
A heart that feels the wear and tear.
Through the days and endless hours,
I carry you, a silent burden,
Like petals of forgotten flowers,
In a garden, untended, and uncertain.
Yet in this weight, I find a strength,
A love that never truly dies,
For though you’re gone, at any length,
Your spirit in my heart still lies.