In the quiet aftermath of whispered goodbyes,
Where tears trace paths on timeworn cheeks,
The world seems to pause, in silent reprise,
As hearts break, and the soul softly speaks.

The echoes of laughter, now distant and faint,
Weave through the air like a melancholic song.
Each memory a brushstroke, a delicate paint,
Of a life well-lived, though now it feels wrong.

The stars in the night, they shimmer with grace,
As if they too mourn, with a celestial sigh.
In dreams, we may meet, in that tender space,
Where love never fades, and spirits still fly.

Though the void feels vast, and the pain runs deep,
In the heart’s quiet corners, love’s light will burn.
For in memories dear, we forever shall keep,
The essence of those whom to dust we return.