In the quietude of night, where shadows weep,
Lies a heart, broken, in sorrow’s deep.
Every whispered memory, a haunting sigh,
As stars dim their light, in a tear-filled sky.

Days pass by, a blur of endless gray,
As grief clings tight, refusing to sway.
The echoes of laughter, now distant and cold,
A story unfinished, forever untold.

Each dawn breaks, with the weight of despair,
A soul yearning, for moments to repair.
Time, a cruel master, slow to mend,
The gaping wounds that never seem to end.

Yet in the stillness, a flicker of light,
A hope that whispers, in the darkest night.
For even in sorrow, love’s ember remains,
A guiding star through life’s torrential rains.