In the stillness of the night,
Shadows cast their silent cries.
Where the heart once knew delight,
Now only the echoes of goodbyes.

The gentle breeze carries a scent,
Of days that once were bright.
Yet now the air feels spent,
With the weight of endless night.

Each tear a testament to love lost,
A river flowing through time.
In grief, the soul pays its cost,
Searching for solace in the rhyme.

Yet beneath the shadowed veil,
Memories softly call and sing.
In mourning, we learn to prevail,
Finding strength in what they bring.