In the echoes of the quiet moon, I find your shadow’s trace,
A tender whisper of days gone by, in this empty space.
The stars above hold your memory tight, in their gentle light,
As I wander through the silent night, seeking your face.
The wind carries your laughter, though faint it may be,
A melody that dances through the leaves of our tree.
In the rustling whispers, your presence I still feel,
A comfort in the darkness, a wound that time wonât heal.
Tears fall like rain, each drop a whisper of you,
A testament to love, so pure and so true.
In the quiet moments, when the world fades away,
I hold onto the memories, where you always stay.
Though grief may shadow the light of my days,
Your spirit guides me through the haze.
In the heart’s quiet corners, your legacy remains,
A beacon of hope in life’s unending maze.