In the quiet hush of twilight’s embrace,
Whispers of memories linger in the air,
A tapestry woven with threads of loss,
Each moment a ghostly dance of despair.

Beneath the moon’s gentle, watchful gaze,
Tears carve rivers down a weary face,
Stars flicker like candles in the night,
Guiding the heart through an endless space.

The echoes of laughter, now distant chimes,
Resonate softly through the corridors of time,
Yet in the silence, a tender hope lies,
A promise of dawn in the grief-stricken skies.

In the garden where shadows gently fall,
A seed of healing begins to call,
From the soil of sorrow blooms a flower bright,
Turning loss into strength, darkness to light.