In the quiet, shadows softly tread,
Whispers of memories, the words unsaid.
Echoes of laughter, now distant and faint,
A heart once whole, now marked by pain’s taint.

Through the veil of tears, a vision appears,
Faces of loved ones, held close through the years.
Each tear a testament, a story untold,
A tapestry of sorrow, woven in gold.

Night’s gentle embrace, a solace it brings,
In dreams, we meet, where the lost heart sings.
Though morning may break, and shadows depart,
Grief’s gentle whisper remains in the heart.

In the garden of memory, we wander, we roam,
Seeking the comfort of a place called home.
Though time may fade, and distances grow,
Love’s eternal flame continues to glow.