In the quiet of the night, where shadows softly tread,
Echoes whisper tales of those who’ve gone ahead.
Their laughter now a memory, their touch a ghostly kiss,
In the stillness of the evening, their presence we miss.

Hearts heavy with the weight of love lost to time,
Each beat a reminder of the old familiar rhyme.
The days stretch long, the nights even longer,
In the silence of their absence, we strive to be stronger.

Tears fall like rain, unseen but deeply felt,
Grief, a silent companion with whom we’ve dwelt.
Yet in the depths of sorrow, a light softly gleams,
A hope that in the darkness, they live within our dreams.

For in our hearts, they never truly part,
Their essence lingers on, a beat within our heart.
Through the pain and the tears, their love remains,
A beacon in the night, guiding us through the chains.