I still see their faces, clear as day,
Frozen in time, though they’ve slipped away.
The warmth in their eyes, the dreams they’d share,
Now reduced to whispers that linger in the air.
I remember the way we laughed, the way we cried,
How they fought their demons, how they tried.
But the smoke crept in, so silent, so sly,
And in a moment, it taught them to fly.
It wasn’t fair, it never is,
To lose so much, to feel like this.
They were more than the struggle, more than the fight,
They were my family, my guiding light.
Now I stand in the shadows of what’s been lost,
Carrying their love, but feeling the cost.
And though my heart aches, I can’t let it end—
For every soul taken, there’s one I can mend.
This battle isn’t just mine to fight,
It’s a call to arms, to bring back the light.
Because behind every shadow, there’s still a spark,
A hope that can guide us out of the dark.