Grief walks softly, uninvited, yet near,
A shadowed whisper, a crystallized tear.
It lingers in corners where silence grows,
In the ache of a heart that only it knows.

It speaks in echoes, a voice from the past,
A fragile reminder that nothing can last.
Memories bloom in its tender embrace,
Yet leave behind a hollowed-out space.

The weight of absence, heavy and cold,
Turns the brightest of mornings to muted gold.
Yet through the sorrow, a quiet refrain—
The essence of love still remains.

For grief is the proof of a bond so deep,
A love eternal, a promise to keep.
Though it aches and it breaks, it also reveals
The beauty of life in the pain it conceals.

So let the tears fall, let the heart bend,
Grief is a journey that love must attend.
And when it recedes, though never erased,
It leaves behind love, forever encased.

Corina.