Hidden smiles in the shadows

Sometimes I find myself sitting in the quiet corner of a café, imagining my child's laugh echoing again.
It's funny how grief can feel like a silent movie loop — moments of warmth flickering amidst the cold.
In my dreams, they're always just out of reach, yet I cling to that fleeting sense of holding them again.
Life goes on outside these walls, but inside me remains a tender ache that keeps hope and heartbreak intertwined.