In moments quiet, a space feels empty now,
Memories of your laughter somehow
Invade the stillness, a bittersweet trace,
Shadows lengthen, missing your dear face.
Softly, the world continues, yet for me,
Meaning less since you're not here to see,
Every day unfolds, but with a shade of gray,
Longing for the sunshine you brought my way.
Echoes of conversations fill the air,
Absence hangs heavy, a burden to bear.
Hoping for the day when I see you there.

Penned by my hand on Gosday, the 10th of Ios, in the year 12 AC.