In the quiet of the night, when shadows fall,
Memories linger, echoing softly in the hall.
The whispers of a love that once was bright,
Now lost to the depths of endless night.

Hearts that once beat in perfect sync,
Now ache with a pain that makes us think,
Of moments shared, now fleeting, gone,
Leaving us to face the dawn alone.

The world seems colder, the days more gray,
As we struggle to find our way,
Through the labyrinth of sorrow and grief,
Seeking solace, searching for relief.

Yet in the darkest hours, a light may gleam,
A hope, a promise, perhaps a dream.
That though we’ve lost, we still can find,
A way to heal, to mend, to bind.