In the quiet shadows, grief softly treads,
Footprints etched on the heart’s fragile ground.
Whispers of memories, a gentle thread,
Binding the lost with the love they found.

Tears like rain wash over weary souls,
Cleansing the wounds that time cannot erase.
In solitude, where silence consoles,
Hope begins its slow, tender embrace.

The dawn breaks with a soft, healing glow,
Illuminating paths once shrouded in night.
Through the pain, new seeds of strength will grow,
Guiding the spirit towards the light.

Echoes of sorrow fade into the past,
As the heart learns to breathe once more,
In the dance of life, love holds steadfast,
A reminder of those we still adore.