In the quiet of the night, shadows weep,
Memories of you, in silence, they keep.
Whispering winds carry your name,
In the heart’s chamber, forever aflame.

Time moves on, but the ache remains,
A bittersweet symphony of love and pains.
Your laughter echoes in the empty halls,
A testament to the heart’s unending calls.

Tears fall like rain, unbidden and free,
Each drop a story, a cherished memory.
In the garden of sorrow, flowers bloom,
Bearing the fragrance of loss’s loom.

Yet in this darkness, a light does gleam,
In dreams and whispers, you still seem.
For love transcends the bounds of time,
In grief, your essence remains sublime.