In the quiet dawn, your laughter lingers,
Echoes of warmth through cold, silent air.
I search for your face in the golden sunrise,
Finding only whispers that say you’re not there.

The nights stretch long, filled with distant stars,
Each one a memory, a spark of the past.
I hold them close, like fragile dreams,
Wishing they’d stay, wishing they’d last.

In gardens where we once walked side by side,
The flowers bloom with your gentle grace.
Their petals fall like tears from the sky,
A reminder of the love time cannot erase.

As seasons change, so does my heart,
Learning to dance with the shadows of sorrow.
Though you’re gone, your spirit remains,
Guiding me softly toward each new tomorrow.