The scent of rain, a memory's sting,
Of whispered vows, a forgotten spring.
Your ghost still lingers, a phantom gleam,
In shadows cast by the moon's pale beam.
Each creak of floorboards, a mournful sigh,
Where laughter echoed, now only I.

The empty chair, a hollowed-out space,
Where your hand rested, a familiar grace.
A photograph, a faded, sepia hue,
A love we cherished, forever true.
But time, a thief, with relentless stride,
Has stolen moments, nowhere to hide.

Yet hope remains, a flicker in the night,
That love's embrace will someday feel right.
Though memories may ache, a constant pain,
A love like ours, will forever remain.
A whispered prayer, a soul's silent plea,
To find solace, and finally be free.