In the quiet whispers of midnight’s embrace,
Grief lingers softly, a shadowed trace.
Memories dance in the moonlight’s glow,
An eternal bond, a silent show.

The heart beats slowly, in rhythms of pain,
Longing for moments that won’t come again.
Tears fall gently, like rain on the sea,
Each drop a story of what used to be.

Beneath the stars, where dreams intertwine,
Lies an ache that words can’t define.
Yet in this sorrow, a love remains,
A gentle whisper through life’s refrains.

As dawn breaks softly, with a tender light,
Grief transforms, in the morning’s sight.
From ashes of sorrow, hope will arise,
A new beginning beneath the skies.