In the quiet corners of a restless heart,
Where echoes of laughter once brightly shone,
Shadows whisper tales of moments apart,
As time weaves healing threads, gently sewn.

The tears that fall like gentle rain,
Wash away the sorrow’s weighty cloak,
Leaving behind a tender, soft refrain,
Of memories cherished, softly spoke.

Amidst the darkness, a light begins to glow,
A beacon of hope in the night’s embrace,
Guiding the weary soul to gently know,
That healing comes at its own gentle pace.

With every dawn, a new chapter starts,
As love’s enduring flame flickers bright,
In the tapestry of healing hearts,
Grief and solace dance in eternal light.