In the quiet aftermath of a storm,
Where shadows dance with the dawn,
Memories linger of what was warm,
Now but whispers, forever gone.

The echoes of laughter, now faint,
Haunt the corners of my mind,
Each moment a bittersweet paint,
On the canvas of time, confined.

Your touch, a ghostly caress,
In dreams it softly returns,
A reminder of love’s finesse,
And the heart that silently yearns.

Though the distance grows wide,
And the days stretch long,
In my heart, you still reside,
In the lyrics of an unfinished song.