In the quiet chambers of the heart,
Where shadows waltz with tender grace,
Lie echoes of what once was whole,
Each whispered memory a ghostly trace.

Through corridors of time we tread,
With footsteps soft as falling leaves,
The laughter of yesteryears now hushed,
In the tapestry of loss, our spirit weaves.

Once vibrant colours fade to grey,
As moments slip through fingers like sand,
The dreams we held, now scattered stars,
In the vast expanse of an unyielding land.

Oh, how we chased the fleeting light,
With hopes that danced like fireflies,
Yet here we stand, in twilight's grasp,
As the soul learns to mourn and rise.

But in each ache, a lesson sewn,
In emptiness, the seed of grace,
For lost is never truly gone,
It lingers on, in time and space.

So let us speak their names aloud,
Those cherished souls, the paths once crossed,
For in remembrance, love finds a way,
To bind the past and heal the lost.

In shadows deep, where sorrow lies,
We find the strength to carry on,
For every loss, a greater love,
In the heart's vast garden, blooms reborn.