In the quiet whisper of the night,
She drifted softly, out of sight,
Her gentle heart ceased its beat,
Leaving echoes in memories sweet.
The dawn breaks yet feels so dim,
As if the world mourns with him,
A void so vast, an empty space,
Where once was warmth, a tender grace.
Her laughter lingers in the air,
A melody beyond compare,
Yet silence fills the house she left,
A love eternal, now bereft.
Time may heal, or so they say,
Yet her absence colors each day,
Her spirit dances in the breeze,
A gentle reminder, a bittersweet tease.