Echoes of the Departed

In the tender dawn of early love's embrace,

We wove our dreams, a journey of grace.

Two hearts unite, through life's long night,

Yet time's relentless march would dim the light.

When morning broke, the silence spoke in pain,

Your absence carved a void, a deep, dark stain.

In a moment of time you were no more,

And left me here alone, with tears to grieve.

Years drifted by, each one a solemn sigh,

As children grew beneath a widening sky.

Their laughter, once the music of our home,

Became a distant echo, as they roamed.

Through corridors of memory, I walk,

Their youthful faces haunt my sleepless bed.

They chase their dreams, and I, a ghostly guide,

Stand at the edge, my longing can't confide.

Oh, how the heart contends with empty halls,

The whispers of the past, the silent calls.

In every smile, a shadow lingers still,

A haunting memory, filles the space.

Yet, love persists through all the aching years,

A gentle balm to soothe the burning tears.

For though they're gone, in spirit they remain,

Their lives the branches of our love forever.

And so I stand, amidst the quiet night,

Embracing loss, yet holding to the light.

For in the echoes of our days now passed,

I find a strength, a peace, a love that lasts.

Omatee Ann Marie Hansraj

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