In the quiet echoes of my heart,
Where shadows whisper of days gone by,
A gentle tear starts its silent art,
As memories weave beneath the sky.
Through the veils of mist and time,
I wander where your laughter lingers,
Tracing paths of rhythm and rhyme,
With the touch of unseen fingers.
Amidst the tender dance of sorrow,
Hope flickers like a distant star,
Promising a brighter tomorrow,
Yet the night feels never far.
In this journey of soul and mind,
I find solace in the gentle rain,
For in grief’s embrace, I am defined,
And learn to live with love and pain.