In the quiet nights where shadows dance,
I find myself in a somber trance.
The echo of your laughter, a distant call,
Reminds me of a time before the fall.

Your absence is a weight, a silent scream,
That haunts the corridors of my dream.
Each memory a whisper, a fleeting touch,
Of a love that once meant so much.

The world moves on, as time does weave,
Yet here I stand, unable to leave.
The grief, a constant, unyielding friend,
An aching heart that will not mend.

But in the sorrow, there’s a gentle light,
A hope that someday, I’ll be alright.
For in the echoes of our shared past,
I find the strength to face the last.