In the quiet aftermath of sorrow’s tide,
Whispers linger where laughter used to reside.
Shadows dance upon the walls, forlorn,
As I search for solace in a world reborn.

The echoes of your voice, so sweet and clear,
Now haunt the corners of my heart with fear.
Each memory a ghost that softly weeps,
In dreams, your presence is all my soul keeps.

The stars above seem dimmer in their light,
As nights grow colder, devoid of your sight.
Yet in the darkness, hope begins to bloom,
For love transcends even the deepest gloom.

Though time may heal the wounds that ache,
The scars remain, a testament to the break.
In every tear, a promise silently sworn,
That from this loss, a new strength is born.