In the silence of her absence,
I hear the echoes of her laughter,
Dancing through the empty halls,
Whispering memories of our past.
Her smile, a beacon in the night,
Now a distant, fading light,
Yet in my heart, she still resides,
A sisterâs love that never dies.
The world feels colder, shadows longer,
Without her warmth, my heart grows fonder,
Of moments shared, now bittersweet,
In dreams, her spirit and mine still meet.
Though she’s gone, she’s never far,
Her essence, a guiding star,
In every tear and every sigh,
My sister’s love will never die.