can it?

Can it break, a heart grown cold, When lifeless hands no longer hold? When silence drapes its heavy veil, Does sorrow linger, sharp and frail? Does love persist where time has passed, A phantom ache, a restless beast? Do shadows of the hurt remain, To echo loss, to reduce the pain? Can shattered pieces still confide Their grief, though death has locked inside The cries, the wounds, the endless ache, The fragile weight a soul can’t shake? Perhaps it can—perhaps it must. For love outlives both bone and dust. A heart may stop, yet grief still cries. Can it break? It never dies. -B...?