In the quiet of the night, I hear your gentle sigh,
A melody of whispers, where memories lie.
The echo of your laughter dances through the air,
A tender reminder of the love we used to share.

The world feels colder without your warmth to guide,
In every corner, your absence cannot hide.
Yet in the silence, your spirit softly speaks,
In the songs of the wind, in the river’s gentle creeks.

I wander through the shadows where your presence used to be,
Searching for fragments of you in the depths of me.
The grief is a river, flowing with silent tears,
Carrying echoes of our shared years.

Yet, in this sorrow, I find a tender grace,
In the memories that time cannot erase.
For love never dies, it simply changes form,
In the heart’s quiet corners, your spirit keeps me warm.