The Echo Left Behind

In the quiet shadows where memories dwell, 

Lies the echo of a story too tender to tell. 

A heart once full, now hollow and bare, 

Yearns for the touch that is no longer there. 

The sun sets softly, yet the night is long, 

Each star a reminder of where you belong. 

In dreams, you visit, a whisper, a sigh, 

But morning steals you, and leaves me to cry. 

What ifs linger like ghosts in the night, 

Questions unanswered, out of sight. 

Does it get better? They say it might, 

Yet the wound remains, despite the light. 

Time, the healer, moves at its pace, 

But the heartache lingers, a familiar face. 

In laughter, in silence, in moments of grace, 

Your absence is present, a haunting embrace. 

What do I do with this pain I bear? 

I carry it gently, with love and care. 

For in this sorrow, a bond remains, 

A testament to love that forever sustains. 

So I walk this path with memories in tow, 

Learning to live, learning to grow. 

In the tapestry of life, your thread is spun, 

A part of my heart, forever as one.