My Poetry. Echoes of you.

I hear your voice in quiet rain,
A whispered touch, a fleeting name.
Though time moves on, its gentle tide,
It cannot wash the tears I hide.

Your laughter lingers in the air,
A shadow resting everywhere.
The empty chair, the silent space,
Hold traces of your warm embrace.

But love like ours does not decay,
It does not bend, it does not fade.
You live in memories, strong and bright,
A guiding star in endless night.

And though you’re gone, I still hold true,
For loss may take, but love breaks through.
You are not lost, not far, not past—
You live in me, as long as lasts.