In the quiet of the night, the shadows speak,
Whispers of sorrow in a language unique,
The stars above, like tears they gleam,
Reflecting a heart shattered, once a dream.

The moon, a silent witness to our grief,
Offers no solace, no sweet relief,
It watches as we mourn the loss,
Of love and life, a heavy cross.

Beneath the weeping willow’s shade,
Memories of joy begin to fade,
Yet in our hearts, they linger still,
A testament to love’s enduring will.

And though the darkness seems so vast,
We hold on to the moments past,
For in the sorrow, we find a way,
To honor those who’ve gone away.