In the quiet corners of a house once whole,
Echoes of laughter now whispers in the night.
Walls hold secrets, stories left untold,
A tapestry of love torn by unseen fights.

Photographs faded, memories trapped in time,
Smiles frozen in frames, shadows of what was.
Dreams scattered like leaves in the wind’s cruel rhyme,
Each step forward haunted by a silent pause.

Children’s eyes reflect the storm’s aftermath,
Seeking solace in spaces where warmth once dwelled.
Hearts heavy with questions they dare not ask,
In their silence, the depth of loss is held.

Yet in the cracks, a glimmer of hope persists,
A gentle whisper of healing in the breeze.
For even broken, love’s light can resist,
And from the ashes, new beginnings seize.