In the silence of her absence, I wander,
Through memories woven with tender threads,
Her laughter, a melody now distant,
Her touch, a warmth that gently fades.

Beneath the sky where her whispers linger,
I trace the paths where her footsteps lay,
The stories she told, like stars in twilight,
Illuminate the shadows of my day.

With every tear, a garden blooms,
In the heart’s quiet, her love still grows,
Through seasons of grief, her spirit whispers,
In the gentle breeze, her presence flows.

Yet in the night, when dreams awaken,
Her voice, a solace in the dark,
In the tapestry of life’s unfolding,
Her legacy, an eternal spark.