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The years unfurl, a vibrant, fleeting bloom,
Then fade to whispers in the fading room.
We grasp at moments, etched in golden light,
Knowing their brilliance yields to endless night.  
Each parting, a sharp and sudden sting,
A hollow echo where the laughter used to ring.
The faces blur, the voices start to fray,
And memories, like ghosts, haunt every day.  
Yet in the absence, something new takes hold,
A strength discovered, stories yet untold.
The ache of loss, a canvas dark and deep,
Where seeds of wisdom quietly sleep.  
We learn to walk with shadows at our side,
To find the grace in letting go, and glide
Through sunlit fields, and valleys dark and low,
Carrying the weight of what we used to know.  
For in these losses, we are shaped anew,
Our hearts, though broken, find a love that's true.
And though some things will never be the same,
We carry on, and whisper out their name.