In the quiet echo of your absence, I dwell,
Where whispers of your laughter once filled the air.
The shadows of memories dance around,
In this solitude, your presence I seek everywhere.

The stars blink with tales we never finished,
Each one a reminder of the paths we roamed.
In dreams, your smile lingers like a gentle breeze,
A ghostly touch in the world I call my own.

The moonlight weaves stories of what we were,
Its glow a pale reflection of your light.
In the gentle sway of the midnight winds,
I hear your voice, a melody of the night.

Yet in this longing, there’s a silent hope,
That one day our paths will meet again.
Until then, I’ll cherish the echoes of us,
In the silent hours, where memories remain.