In the quiet of the night, grief whispers low,
A symphony of tears, a heart’s silent woe.
Shadows stretch long where memories reside,
In the depths of sorrow, where love and loss collide.

The days blend together, a fog of endless grey,
Each sunrise a reminder of the love that slipped away.
Yet in the darkest hours, a flicker of light,
A beacon of hope, piercing through the night.

Through the veil of tears, a strength begins to grow,
A testament to the love that once did so brightly glow.
In grief’s tender embrace, resilience is found,
In the echoes of laughter, where lost love is crowned.

Though the heart still aches, and the wounds are deep,
There is solace in the memories we keep.
For in the dance of grief, there is a beauty so profound,
A reminder that love, in loss, can still be found.