In the quiet corners where shadows play,
Echoes of laughter once bright, now fade away.
A silent song hums in the gentle breeze,
Carrying whispers of forgotten memories.

The stars above, like distant eyes,
Glimmer softly through the tearful skies.
A lonely moon cradles the empty air,
Where once was warmth, now whispers of despair.

Time, relentless, moves with a mournful grace,
Painting the hours with a lingering trace.
In dreams, your voice still softly calls,
Through the veils of night, where silence falls.

Yet in the heart, a tender light remains,
A beacon through the sorrow, through the rains.
In every tear, a hope silently weaves,
A promise of solace for the heart that grieves.