In the quiet hours of dawn, I hear your voice,
A whisper carried by the morning breeze.
Your laughter, now an echo of the past,
Fills the hollow spaces of my heart.

The days stretch long, a canvas of sorrow,
Painted with memories of your gentle touch.
Each moment, a reminder of your absence,
Leaves me yearning for your comforting embrace.

Night falls, and shadows dance on the wall,
Reflecting the fragments of our shared dreams.
In the silence, I find solace in our love,
Though grief weaves its threads through my soul.

Through tears, I cherish the moments we had,
Holding on to the light you left behind.
In the tapestry of life, your memory remains,
A beacon guiding me through the storm of loss.