In the quiet whispers of the night,
I hear your voice in the gentle breeze,
A soft reminder of your guiding light,
That once shone brightly amidst the trees.

Your laughter echoes in the silent halls,
Filling voids with memories sweet,
Yet shadows dance where light once falls,
As I walk this path alone, incomplete.

The world feels vast, yet strangely small,
Without your steady hand to hold,
In dreams, I find you, standing tall,
A guardian spirit, courageous and bold.

Though tears may fall and hearts may ache,
Your love remains, a timeless trace,
In every dawn, as I awake,
I find your presence in this sacred space.