In the silent shadows of the night,
Memories dance like fragile leaves,
Carried by whispers of the past,
Through corridors of aching hearts.

The stars weep with a gentle glow,
For dreams that faded with the dawn,
Echoes of laughter linger soft,
In the spaces where you once belonged.

Time, the healer, moves so slow,
Yet leaves its mark upon the soul,
With every tear that falls like rain,
A piece of you remains within.

In the quiet of the morning light,
Your presence lingers, bittersweet,
A testament to love and loss,
In the tapestry of endless time.