In the quiet of the night, I hear your whisper,
A ghostly murmur in the autumn breeze.
Your laughter, once a balm to my heart,
Now lingers like a haunting melody.

The stars above seem dimmer now,
Their light a faint echo of your eyes.
I reach out to touch your memory,
And feel the cold emptiness inside.

Our dreams, woven in the tapestry of time,
Unravel slowly in your absence.
Each thread a reminder of the love we shared,
Now frayed and scattered by the wind.

Yet, in the stillness of the dawn,
I find solace in our cherished past.
For though you are far from my grasp,
Your essence lingers, steadfast and true.