The sound of her voice lingers in the corridors of memory,
As if it were just this morning I heard her whisper, "I love you."
The warmth of her words caresses my soul,
Echoing through the chambers of my heart, refusing to fade.
The smile on her face etched in my mind's eye,
Vivid and radiant, as if I had just seen her today.
But the emptiness now fills the spaces between breaths,
Where her presence once illuminated my world.
Her laughter, like gentle chimes on a summer breeze,
Echoes through the silent rooms of my solitude.
I remember the joy it brought, how it danced,
A melody of happiness that now haunts in absence.
Each memory a fragile thread, woven delicately,
Binding me to a past where she was my everything.
Yet time, relentless and cruel, marches on,
Leaving me stranded in the wake of what once was.
The ache of her absence, a heavy cloak I wear,
Weighted with the echoes of moments cherished.
In the quiet hours, her absence is palpable,
A silent symphony of longing and grief.
Oh, how I wish to hear her voice once more,
To see her smile and feel her laughter embrace me.
But these are dreams now, fading like twilight,
Leaving me to navigate the shadows of her absence alone.
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