In the silence of a whispered dawn,
His laughter echoes in the hollow air.
A shadow where light once brightly shone,
A memory dancing, always there.

The world feels colder, a shade more gray,
As if the sun hesitates to rise.
In dreams, he visits, though cannot stay,
A fleeting glance through tear-filled eyes.

His stories linger like gentle rain,
Nourishing the roots of who I am.
Though time moves on, easing this pain,
His love remains, a guiding flame.

I walk this path, though now alone,
With strength he taught me to embrace.
In every whisper of the wind blown,
I find his presence, a warm embrace.