In the quiet hours of the night,
When the world is draped in shadow,
Grief dances softly on the edge of dreams,
A whisper in the silence, a tear in the seam.

The echoes of laughter long since gone,
Haunt the corridors of a weary soul,
Memories woven in a tapestry of sorrow,
Where time stands still, yet moments unfold.

The heart, a vessel heavy with loss,
Navigates the stormy seas of despair,
Yet in the solitude, a flicker of light,
A gentle reminder that love remains there.

Through the veil, a new dawn emerges,
Hope tenderly cradles the aching heart,
For grief, though a companion for a while,
Gives way to healing, as shadows depart.