The air is thick with echoes of the past,
Where shadows dance upon the walls,
In silence, memories quietly amass,
A gentle ache that softly calls.

Through tear-streaked windows, stars ignite,
Guiding dreams to distant shores,
In grief’s embrace, we find the light,
A path where love endures and restores.

Each heartbeat whispers tales of loss,
A symphony of moments gone,
Yet hope emerges through the moss,
As dawn prepares to greet the dawn.

In every tear, a seed is sown,
From sorrow blooms the strength to mend,
In grief, the seeds of love have grown,
A journey where the heart transcends.