In the quiet of the night, where shadows weep,
The heart finds no solace, in memories it keeps.
Tears fall like rain, from eyes that silently cry,
In the depths of our grief, where loved ones lie.
The empty rooms echo with whispers of the past,
Each corner a reminder, of moments that canât last.
The laughter now a ghost, in the halls of our mind,
Lost in the timeline, that we leave behind.
In dreams, they visit, like spirits in the mist,
Their touch so fleeting, like a loverâs tryst.
Waking brings the pain, of a reality so stark,
That love is eternal, even in the dark.
Time may dull the edges, but never heals the scar,
For grief is a journey, that takes us far.
In the silence of the night, where shadows weep,
We find our strength, in the memories we keep.