In the quiet of the night, where shadows dance and play,
I hear the whispers of your voice, though you’re so far away.
The echoes of your laughter, now a distant, fading sound,
Linger in the empty rooms where memories abound.

The days have turned to gray, each one a hollow shell,
The world has lost its color since you bid your last farewell.
I wander through the moments, searching for a trace,
Of the warmth and light that once adorned your face.

In dreams, you visit often, a phantom of my grief,
Offering a fleeting glimpse of solace and relief.
Yet morning brings the heartache, a reminder you’re not here,
And I am left to navigate this life without you near.

But in the depths of sorrow, a strength begins to rise,
For love that once was shared can never truly die.
Your spirit walks beside me, though unseen by the eye,
Guiding me through darkness, until again we fly.