In the quiet dawn, your laughter fades,
A distant echo in the morning haze,
Where sunlight once warmed your gentle gaze,
Now shadows whisper of your absence’s maze.

In gardens where your footsteps danced,
Petals fall, as if in a trance,
Each leaf a memory, a fleeting glance,
Of days that slipped through fate’s cold hands.

The wind carries your name in secret sighs,
A melody of tears that the heart cannot disguise,
Yet in the stars, your spirit quietly flies,
Guiding me through the night’s endless skies.

Though time may heal, it cannot erase,
The traces of you in every space,
Your essence lingers, a tender embrace,
In dreams where once more, I see your face.