In the quiet of the night, shadows softly fall,
Whispers of memories echo through the hall.
A heart once full of laughter now beats in silent pain,
Yearning for the touch that it will never feel again.

Days turn into weeks, and weeks into endless years,
The world moves on, indifferent to our tears.
Yet in the stillness, a love that once was bright,
Lingers in the darkness, a beacon in the night.

Grief is a companion, silent and profound,
It walks beside us, its presence all around.
Though words may falter and tears may freely flow,
In the depths of sorrow, strength begins to grow.

Through the veil of sadness, hope begins to gleam,
A fragile thread of light, woven into a dream.
For in the heart’s deep chambers, love will always stay,
A cherished memory that time cannot sway.