In the silent hours where shadows dance,
Whispers of sorrow find their way,
Through the corridors of a broken heart,
Seeking solace in the night’s embrace.

Memories linger like autumn leaves,
Each one a fragment of what once was,
Carried by winds of time and change,
Falling softly into the past.

Tears trace paths on weary cheeks,
Rivers of grief in silent flow,
Yet hope springs from the depths unseen,
A gentle light in sorrow’s shadow.

In the end, the heart finds strength,
In the echoes of love once shared,
For grief is but a testament,
To the depth of what we dared to feel.