Grief, my old haunting friend, you slip through the door,
A shadow that clings to the heart’s weathered floor.
Sadness, your sister, trails softly in your wake,
A whisper of sorrow, a sigh for love’s sake.

You settle like dust in the cracks of my days,
Grief, with your memories, sharp in their haze.
You carve out my chest, where old laughter once bloomed,
Leaving echoes of names in the silence entombed.

Sadness, you blur the world’s edges with care,
A fog on my window, a weight in the air.
You hum in the dusk, a low, tender tune,
Of footsteps now faded, of nights with no moon.

Together you cradle me, heavy yet true,
It reminds me that love lingers, though pain lingers, too.
Grief, you’re the ghost of what’s no longer mine,
Sadness, the mirror where lost eyes still shine.

You’re woven in me, through the threads of my years,
In the quiet of loss, in the salt of my tears.
My companions, you walk where my heart learns to mend,
Grief, my old haunting friend—sadness, my kin.

~Ashes