In the quiet halls of our shared home,
Unspoken words linger like shadows on walls,
Each heart bears stories of battles unknown,
Yet love threads softly, even as it falls.

Beneath the surface of smiles and routine,
Old wounds and fresh scars intertwine,
A dance of silence in spaces between,
Where hearts seek solace, a peace divine.

Through tears uncried and laughter unvoiced,
We navigate paths of dreams and regret,
Bound by blood, yet choices unchoiced,
In the tapestry of family, we are set.

Hope whispers through cracks of despair,
A promise of healing, of mending hearts,
In the mosaic of family, tender care,
For love endures, even as it departs.