In the quiet hush of midnight’s veil,
I hear the whispers of a sorrowed tale.
A heart once full, now hollow and bereft,
In the shadow of loss, only echoes are left.

Memories drift like leaves in the wind,
Touching the edges of a soul that’s pinned.
To the past, to the love that once was bright,
Now dimmed to shadows in the cold moonlight.

The tears fall silent, no sound they make,
Each drop a memory, each sob a break.
In the fabric of a life once shared,
Now frayed and tattered, so deeply impaired.

Yet in this grief, a strength is found,
In the darkest night, a muted sound.
A promise of dawn, a whispered relief,
In the silent echoes of the best grief.