In the quiet corners where shadows lie,
Grief whispers softly, a gentle sigh.
It weaves through the heart, a silent song,
A melody of memories, where we belong.

The tears fall like rain in a forgotten dream,
Each drop a story, every sob a scream.
Yet in the depth of despair, a light may gleam,
A hope that binds us, like a fragile seam.

Time moves slowly, as if afraid to tread,
On paths where once our laughter spread.
Yet in the echoes, love remains,
A testament to joy, amidst the pains.

So we hold the sorrow, let it flow,
For in its depths, new seeds may grow.
And though the night seems ever long,
The dawn will come, with a brighter song.