In the silence of shadows, where whispers reside,
Grief weaves its tapestry, a sorrowful guide.
Echoes of memories, like leaves in the breeze,
Dance through the heart, never seeking to please.

In the depths of the night, where stars softly weep,
Loneliness lingers, in the silence so deep.
Yet within the darkness, a flicker of light,
Hope gently stirs, breaking through the night.

Time moves with reluctance, a hesitant friend,
Each moment a reminder, of love that won’t end.
Though tears may fall, like rain from above,
They water the seeds, of everlasting love.

In the garden of memories, where blossoms remain,
Grief holds a space, yet joy breaks the chain.
For in every shadow, a lesson is clear,
Love endures, even through the veneer.