In the silent nights, your voice still calls,
Through the echoing halls of my mind, it falls,
Whispering tales of times once bright,
Now shadowed by the absence of your light.

The days stretch long, a canvas of grey,
Where memories of you in soft hues play,
Each moment a brushstroke of joy and tears,
Painting a portrait of our shared years.

The wind carries the scent of your embrace,
A fleeting ghost in an empty space,
Yet in the heart, your presence remains,
A bittersweet symphony of love and pains.

Though you are gone, your spirit sings,
In the rustling leaves, in the fluttering wings,
A reminder that love, though it may part,
Forever lives within the heart.