In the quiet hours, shadows grow long,
Grieving the love that once was strong.
Like autumn leaves, our bond now falls,
In whispered sighs, our hearts were enthralled.
Each day is a journey through the past,
Memories linger, tender, and vast.
In the hollow ache of what’s now lost,
We count the bridges and their heavy cost.
Through tear-streaked nights and silent cries,
We mourn the love that said its goodbyes.
The echoes of laughter, now distant and faint,
In the silence, our sorrow we paint.
Grief, a tempest, raging within,
As we navigate this heartache, where to begin?
Yet in the depths of this sorrow’s hold,
New seeds of hope begin to unfold.
For from the ashes of what’s been torn,
A new dawn rises, though still worn.
In the grieving of what no longer stands,
We find the strength to clasp new hands.
So let us honor this journey of pain,
For through the storm, growth we gain.
In grieving divorce, we learn to see,
The beauty of a heart that’s truly free.
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