In the quiet echoes of a shadowed room,
Where silence wraps its gentle arms around,
I feel the weight of absence, vast and true,
A hollow space where memories are bound.

The laughter once as bright as morning sun,
Now fades into the whispers of the past,
Each moment held within a fragile sigh,
As time unfolds its tapestry so vast.

Through tears that fall like rain upon the earth,
I wander through the corridors of pain,
Seeking solace in the gentle breeze,
That carries echoes of your voice again.

Yet in the heart’s deep chambers, love remains,
A beacon through the darkest, longest night,
And though the path through grief is long and steep,
Your memory will always be my light.