In the quiet hush of morning’s first light,
Shadows dance where your laughter once lay.
The world feels hollow, a muted symphony,
As I search the dawn for whispers of your soul.

The gentle breeze carries your scent,
A fleeting touch, a memory’s embrace.
Tears fall like dew upon the pale blossoms,
Each drop a testament to love’s enduring ache.

Silence speaks in the spaces you once filled,
A haunting melody that lingers in the air.
The heart, though heavy, remembers your grace,
In the tender moments woven through time.

As the sun rises, painting the sky with hope,
I hold your memory close, a cherished light.
Though the mourning echoes in each heartbeat,
Love’s eternal flame guides me through the night.