In the whispers of the night, I hear your name,
An echo of love, a symphony of pain.
Your laughter, now a ghostly refrain,
Dancing through my heart’s desolate plain.

The stars we once wished upon still shine,
But their light feels colder, less divine.
Memories of you, a bittersweet wine,
Lingering in the corridors of time.

Each dawn breaks, a canvas of sorrow,
Painting dreams of a brighter tomorrow.
Yet, in every shadow, I see the borrowed,
Fragments of a love that I must follow.

Though you’re gone, your presence remains,
In every tear, in every strain.
Love and loss, forever entwined chains,
Binding my heart with invisible reins.