In the shadows of the quiet night,
Where memories softly tread,
Lies a heart wrapped in solitude,
With whispers of the unsaid.

The moonlight dances on tear-streaked cheeks,
Illuminating the silent cries,
As grief weaves through the tapestry,
Of moments that never die.

Each breath a reminder, a haunting refrain,
Of laughter now a distant star,
Yet love, in its eternal grace,
Holds the pieces of what we are.

In the silent echoes, strength is found,
Amidst the fragments left behind,
For in the heart’s deepest abyss,
Hope and healing gently bind.