In the quiet shadows where memories reside,
Whispers of love gently glide,
Through the corridors of a heart in grief,
Seeking solace, longing for relief.

The moonlight casts a silver glow,
On tears that fall like winter snow,
Each drop a testament to love and loss,
A silent tribute to what it cost.

Time moves slowly, yet swiftly it flies,
Carrying echoes of soft goodbyes,
In the heart’s chamber, where pain is kept,
A garden of memories where love has wept.

Yet in the stillness, hope gently appears,
A beacon of light amidst the tears,
For love remembered never truly dies,
It lives in the whispers, in the starry skies.