In the shadowed corners of a weeping soul,
Whispers of memories softly unfold.
Each tear a testament to love’s embrace,
Yet now, a haunting void replaces its place.

Time moves with a sluggish, mournful grace,
Days bleed into nights, an endless race.
The world continues, indifferent and cold,
While inside, a story of sorrow is told.

In dreams, their laughter dances through the mist,
A fleeting touch, a moment missed.
Awake, the silence deafens, a hollow sound,
Where once vibrant joy and life were found.

Yet within the grief, a flicker of light,
A reminder of their love, burning bright.
Though the path is long and the night is deep,
Their memory’s warmth, forever to keep.