In the quiet of the night, grief calls my name,
A whispered echo of love’s enduring flame.
Shadows of memories dance in the dark,
Each one a story, each tear a spark.

Beneath the weight of sorrow, my heart does break,
Yet in this pain, new strength I must make.
For every ending births a new start,
And through this grief, I find my heart.

The days grow long, the nights are colder,
As I carry the weight of loss on my shoulder.
Yet with each sunrise, a promise I see,
That even in grief, there’s hope for me.

In time, the scars will gently fade,
Leaving behind the love that was made.
For in this journey, I’ve come to know,
That through best grief, true love will grow.