The Violet Sorrows

There is a place in the silence before sleep
Where there's an empty place we fear to think
A space where someone use to be
Someone cherished

For emotion cannot be dimmed
It bubble and gurgles inside
With no place to go
Or play out these feelings
We walk alone in them
Lurking in a somber solitude
Living out in a constant replay

But it isn't always so bad
And in time, the memories that make us sad
Will make us smile again
As we learn to treasure

Grief is sorrow
Hued violet with the warmth of rememberance