In twilight’s hush, where shadows sigh,
Whispers of memories softly cry.
Each passing face, a fleeting glance,
Lost in the dance of life’s cruel trance.
Like autumn leaves in whispered breeze,
Departed souls, lost among the trees.
Their laughter echoes in silent halls,
As time’s relentless hammer falls.
In the tapestry of life we weave,
Threads of love and loss, they grieve.
For those we’ve loved and left behind,
Their absence a wound, forever twined.
With each goodbye, a piece is torn,
From the fabric of our being, worn.
Yet in the quiet of the night,
Their spirits dance in starry light.
So let us cherish those we hold dear,
For time’s cruel hand draws ever near.
In the tapestry of life we’re bound,
To the lost and found, forever crowned.
