In the quiet of the night, where silence reigns,
Grief dances softly, like whispers of the moon,
Each tear a story, each sigh a whispered name,
In the shadows, where memories bloom.

The heart, a vessel heavy with the past,
Carries echoes of laughter now faded,
Yet in sorrow’s embrace, love’s light casts,
A gentle glow, undimmed, unabated.

Through the veil of tears, visions appear,
Faces lost, moments cherished and dear,
Yet in the darkness, there’s a light so clear,
Guiding the heart through the storm of fear.

Time, the gentle healer, soothes the soul,
Yet the scars remain, a testament bold,
In the tapestry of life, grief plays its role,
A bittersweet melody, tenderly told.