In the silent chambers where memories dwell,
Echoes of laughter, now but a distant spell.
Shadows of dreams once painted bright,
Fade into whispers in the silent night.

A touch remembered, now a phantom’s trace,
Love’s warm embrace, now an empty space.
Eyes that once sparkled with a lover’s glow,
Now reflect a sorrow only time can show.

The scent of roses, now withered and dry,
Mingle with tears that we silently cry.
Words unspoken, lingering in the air,
Lost in the silence, a love laid bare.

Yet, within the heart, a glimmer remains,
A hope that love’s memory never wanes.
For even in loss, love’s spirit thrives,
Whispering softly, it forever survives.