In the gentle arc of time, we walked,
Hand in hand through fields of gold,
Whispering dreams under the vast sky,
Painting memories that never fade.

Your laughter, a melody soft and true,
Echoed through the chambers of my heart,
A guiding light in the darkest nights,
A warmth that time could never steal.

Yet the shadows crept, a silent thief,
Stealing the breath from your gentle form,
Leaving whispers and echoes behind,
In the silent halls of memory.

Now I walk these fields alone,
With the echoes of your laughter near,
Embracing the silence you left behind,
In the gentle arc of time, we meet again.