In the quiet echoes of his laughter,
I find solace in the whispers of the past,
Where time has etched his gentle presence,
In every corner, shadows cast.
He walked with wisdom, a gentle guide,
Through storms and calm, he stood near,
Now his absence carves deep canyons,
In the heart that holds him dear.
The sky holds stories in its embrace,
Stars that twinkle with his light,
Though the world feels vast and empty,
His love remains, a constant sight.
In dreams, he visits like the dawn,
A fleeting moment, a soft refrain,
While in each tear, a memory lingers,
A whispered promise in the rain.