In the hollow halls where silence clings,
Whispers of you dance on fragile wings,
Each shadow now a phantom bloom,
A ghost of laughter in the empty room.

The clock ticks softly, a melancholic chime,
Reminding my heart of the passage of time,
Yet your laughter lingers, a sweet refrain,
A melody woven from pleasure and pain.

Through windowpanes, the twilight sighs,
A cascade of memories beneath painted skies,
I reach for your...