In the gentle sigh of autumn’s breeze,
Lies a whisper of what used to be.
The shadows dance where light once shone,
Lost moments woven in the tapestry.

The stars above seem dimmer now,
Their light a distant, fading glow.
In silent nights, the heart does mourn,
For what is gone, yet lingers so.

Through paths we walked with laughter’s song,
Now echoes softly in the past.
A tender ache where joy belonged,
Memories as leaves that fall so fast.

Yet in the depth of this deep void,
Resides the strength to rise anew.
In loss, we find a quiet strength,
To cherish what remains, and what is true.