In the quiet corners of my heart,
Where shadows softly tread,
Lies the echo of your laughter,
A melody that dances with the dead.

Each teardrop tells a story,
Of moments shared and lost,
A fragile thread of memory,
That time and space exhaust.

I wander through the silence,
Seeking solace in the night,
Where whispers of your presence,
Turn darkness into light.

Though grief may cast its shadow,
And loss its heavy veil,
Your love remains my guiding star,
In this ever-winding tale.