Spring has come, soft and bright,Daffodils dance in golden light. The world awakens, fresh and new,But joy feels hollow without you. The sun still shines, the sky still gleams,Yet all is not as it once seemed. For in the warmth, a shadow grows,A whispered fate, a life let go. We held you close, we fought, we prayed,Yet cancer stole, the light betrayed. One last breath, one final rest,A heavy weight upon my chest. They say to move, to step ahead,That summer waits where spring has led. So out come shorts, the patio chairs—As if the world could still compare. But black now drapes my weary soul,A chasm deep, a gaping…