A shaft of silence splits the day,
where light once lingered, warm and near.
Now grief walks softly through the rooms,
counting echoes, naming loss.
Darkness settles into corners
that still remember how you stood,
and even as the night grows wide,
that narrow shaft of light remains—
not hope, not healing, just a trace
that proves the dark was not the first.
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