In the quiet hum of midnight’s grace,
Where shadows dance with gentle sighs,
I search for echoes of your face,
In dreams where time softly flies.

The stars above seem dim and cold,
Without your laughter, bright and warm,
In memories, your tales unfold,
A refuge from life’s bitter storm.

The morning light brings empty dawn,
Yet whispers linger on the breeze,
A longing heart, forever drawn,
To moments that time cannot seize.

Though miles and time may drift between,
Your spirit stays within my heart,
In every tear and smile unseen,
Our souls refuse to be apart.