In the quiet hours, where shadows loom,
A heartache whispers through the gloom.
Memories dance on the edge of tears,
Reminders of love that once was near.

The weight of absence, a silent scream,
Echoes in the spaces of a broken dream.
Each breath a struggle, each step a trial,
As grief weaves through the soul’s exile.

The stars above, they seem to mourn,
For a heart that’s tattered and torn.
In the darkness, a flicker of light,
A hope that someday, all will be right.

But until then, in sorrow’s embrace,
We’ll walk this path, a solemn pace.
For in the shadows of our deepest pain,
We find the strength to rise again.