Unspoken Grief

A picture found hidden, a smile frozen in time,

you held hope in your arms, a light that could shine,

but fate stole your breath, like a thief in the night,

a loss unaddressed, like a wound left unlined.

A flicker of joy now eclipsed by the dark,

yet your name whispers softly, lingers like dust,

in the silence of rooms where memories spark,

a pain that remains—broken heart yet robust.