In the quiet of the night, shadows dance,
Where whispers of your laughter once filled the air.
Memories linger like faded photographs,
Telling stories only the heart can hear.

The echoes of your voice still softly call,
In corners where time refuses to move on.
Each step I take feels like walking through dreams,
Searching for traces of what used to be.

The world continues its relentless spin,
Yet here I stand, in moments frozen still.
The sun rises, but its warmth feels distant,
For shadows hold the place you once belonged.

Amidst the loss, I find fragments of hope,
In the quiet spaces where love remains.
Though absence shapes the path I walk alone,
Your presence whispers softly in the wind.