In the stillness of the night, a whisper so faint,
The echoes of a heartbeat now silent, a soul in constraint.
Shadows dance on the walls, memories replay,
A symphony of sorrow, a lamenting ballet.

Tears fall like rain, each drop a testament of pain,
The weight of absence, an invisible chain.
In the garden of grief, where once flowers bloomed,
Now only thorns and whispers of the entombed.

Across the horizon, the dawn shyly peeks,
Yet the heart, burdened, never speaks.
Silent screams and muted cries,
A soul yearning, lost in the skies.

Yet within the sorrow, a fragile hope resides,
In the memories cherished, where love abides.
Through the veil of grief, a light breaks free,
A reminder of love’s eternal decree.