In the quiet hours of the night,
Where shadows blend with gentle light,
A whisper calls from realms unknown,
To hearts that once were not alone.

The echoes of laughter softly fade,
In memories where love was laid,
Yet in the silence, tears will flow,
For in the heart, love’s embers glow.

Through the mist of time, we search for peace,
Seeking solace that might never cease,
Yet in the whispers of the past,
We find the strength to hold and last.

In every tear, a story told,
Of love so deep, of hearts so bold,
In grief, we find the ties that bind,
The gentle whispers of those left behind.