In the silence of mourning, echoes of sorrow whisper softly,
Shadows cast long over the heart’s tender grounds,
Memories dance like fragile leaves in autumn’s grasp,
Each tear a testament to love’s profound embrace.

The dawn breaks gently, yet the heart remains heavy,
Eyes searching for solace in the morning’s light,
For in the quiet moments of reflection, pain speaks,
Of times cherished and the void now left behind.

Through the corridors of time, footsteps linger,
Echoes of laughter now a distant, haunting tune,
Yet in the stillness, love’s presence endures,
A beacon guiding through the darkest night.

Though the journey of grief is long and winding,
With every step, memories bloom like flowers,
In the garden of the heart, where sorrow and love entwine,
Mourning turns to a gentle, eternal remembrance.