In the quiet of the night, shadows softly creep,
Whispering tales of the ones we long to keep.
The echoes of laughter now a distant song,
In the heart’s deep corridors, where they belong.
Tears like gentle rain on a barren land,
Watering memories we try to understand.
Each drop a story, a moment we hold tight,
In the silent embrace of the endless night.
Through the misty veil of time’s gentle flow,
Faces and voices that we used to know.
Their presence lingers, a soft, tender grace,
Etched in the soul, no time can erase.
Yet in the sorrow, a quiet hope takes flight,
For love once shared remains in eternal light.
In every breath, in every whispered breeze,
The love we hold transcends the bitter seas.