An echo trails his steps through vacant halls,
Within the quiet home that holds their years.
He strains to hear her voice, yet silence falls,
And to the floor he sinks with pouring tears.
Beneath the weight of loss, he bends in strife,
For heavy is the heart with grief once known
And harder is the rise without his wife;
To stand against the waves, now faced alone.
Yet darkness won't prevail, for she's the light.
The Angel's whispered prayer he knows so well,
To calm the trembling hands he clasps so tight,
And rise with him again, from where he fell.
Each night he'll pray beside her, as before,
And fall upon his knees for nothing more.
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