The Lonely Passage

There's a path that winds its way, through shadows dark and deep, A journey of solitude, where none can creep. No companion can walk alongside, no hand to hold or guide, A solitary voyage, where body and soul must divide. Unlike life's vibrant roads, where laughter echoes free, Where friends and loved ones stroll, in joyous company. This journey's different, a lone pilgrimage, devoid of sound, Where footsteps fade into silence, and hearts are left unbound. The most poignant sorrow, is the disconnection's pain, No words can bridge the gap, no visits can remain. When one departs, they're gone, without a tomorrow's light, Leaving memories to whisper, in the darkness of endless night. In this lonely passage, we're left to face our fears, With only shadows as companions, and tears that dry through the years. No laughter echoes back, no smiles to warm the way, Just the weight of final goodbyes, in the fading light of day. Yet, in this solitude, we're forced to confront our soul, To find the strength within, to make our hearts whole. For though the journey's lonely, it's also a chance to grow, To find the peace that lies within, and let our spirits glow.