I learned the hardest lesson when you slipped away,  
Like a whisper in the night, a shadow in the day.  
The world, once vivid, now turned cold and still,  
A silent echo, a void I can't fulfill.  

I thought I'd have more time, more chance to say,  
All the things that lingered, words left astray.  
But life, with cruel grace, closed that door too soon,  
Leaving me to navigate this endless emptiness.  

Your absence carved a hollow where my heart once beat,  
A quiet ache that finds no rest, no retreat.  
I learned the cost of love, of what it means to lose,  
The sharpest of the lessons no one dares to choose.  

In the wake of sorrow, I search for light,  
Clinging to memories, too fragile to fight.  
The lesson, hard-earned, is written in my soul,
Love is the blessing, but loss takes its toll.  

I never imagined the ache would last this long,
That learning to breathe would feel so wrong.
Each step is heavier, a weight I can’t shake,
As I walk through a world that’s lost its grace.

I wanted more time, more moments to hold,
More chances to say what I never told.
But the clock doesn’t wait, and you slipped away,
Leaving me to learn how to live in the gray.

I carry you with me in the hollow of my chest,
A love that remains, though you’ve found your rest.
The hardest lesson is this: love never dies,
But it changes shape, and in that change, it cries.

And in the end, I’ve learned that pain is part of the dance,
That grief and love exist in a fragile, tangled trance.
For though you’re gone, your heart still beats inside,
And the hardest lesson was learning to say goodbye.