In the quiet hours of the night,
Your memory whispers through the dark,
A gentle touch, a fleeting light,
That ignites the silent spark.

I trace the paths we used to tread,
Imagining your laughter’s tune,
The words you left unsaid,
Echoing beneath the moon.

Each dawn brings a new beginning,
Yet my heart remains the same,
In the silence, I am singing,
The melody of your name.

Though time may fade the sorrow,
And distance may stretch far,
Your presence fills each tomorrow,
Like a never-fading star.