In the quiet of the night, I hear her whisper,
A gentle breeze that stirs my soul,
Her memory, a fading ember,
Yet in my heart, forever whole.

The days are long, the nights are colder,
A void where once her love did dwell,
Her touch, her voice, growing fainter,
Yet in my dreams, she casts a spell.

The world moves on, yet I am tethered,
To moments past, a cherished time,
Her laughter, now a haunting echo,
A melody, a silent rhyme.

And though she’s gone, her light remains,
Guiding me through grief and sorrow,
In every dawn, a hint of her,
Promising a brighter tomorrow.