In the silence of her absence, whispers fade,
Through the corridors of memory, shadows play,
Her laughter echoes softly, a gentle serenade,
In the quiet corners where her spirit lay.

The sun dips low, casting a golden hue,
Upon the paths we walked, hand in hand,
Her footsteps linger, like morning dew,
In every grain of time, in every grain of sand.

The night sky holds her dreams, like scattered stars,
Weaving tales of love and unspoken grace,
Her essence dances in the moonlight, afar,
A celestial embrace, in the vastness of space.

Yet in my heart, where her memory resides,
A flame of hope, unwavering and bright,
She walks with me still, where love abides,
In the endless journey from day to night.