In the quiet hours of dawn,
When the world is hushed and still,
I search for echoes of your laughter,
In the spaces that you used to fill.

Your memory lingers like a shadow,
A ghost of what once was bright,
The warmth of your embrace,
Now a distant, fading light.

Tears fall like autumn leaves,
Each one a silent prayer,
For the moments we had together,
For the love that we still share.

Though you’ve journeyed far beyond,
Your spirit remains near,
In the whispers of the wind,
And in every fallen tear.