In the stillness of the evening light,
His whispers linger in the air,
A gentle echo of the night,
A presence felt, yet nowhere there.

Memories dance like shadows cast,
Upon the walls they softly play,
Fragments of a cherished past,
In silent rooms where he used to stay.

The stars above seem closer now,
Guiding paths he used to tread,
A guiding light, a solemn vow,
To hold the love he gently spread.

Though time moves on, as it must do,
His spirit lives within each day,
In whispered winds and morning dew,
In hearts that feel him, come what may.