In quiet rooms, your barks fade,
A shadow left where memories wade.
A battle fought with weary grace,
Now emptiness fills your gentle space.
Time moves on, yet still I grieve,
For every moment I can't retrieve.
Though cancer stole what I held dear
I love you still
Feb 13, 2025
Feb 13, 2025 at 7:10 PM UTC
In quiet rooms, your barks fade,
A shadow left where memories wade.
A battle fought with weary grace,
Now emptiness fills your gentle space.
Time moves on, yet still I grieve,
For every moment I can't retrieve.
Though cancer stole what I held dear
I love you still
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