In silence, the clock ticks through the night, Twenty-one months since you took flight. The shadows stretch, both long and wide, As I dwell in the day when time untied. A heart once bright now cloaked and cold, Yet memories linger, stories untold. For your sister and dad, I rise each morn, In trenches of heartache, worn and torn. Day turns to night, an unending gray, Each dawn a whisper of yesterday. Without you, son, the world feels bare, Yet strength is found in the love we share. In grief's deep ocean, I'm adrift in the foam, Yet through the darkness, your light guides me home.