In the quiet of night, where shadows roam,
Tears that don't run dry find their home.
Each drop a memory, a whispered sigh,
Echoes of her, beneath the sky.

Oh, how I miss her, with every beat,
Her absence a void, bitter and sweet.
Her laughter echoes, her touch so near,
But she's gone, and I'm left here.

Through silent tears, I trace her face,
Lost in the maze of time and space.
Yet in my heart, her love still gleams,
Guiding me through shattered dreams.

Though she's gone, her spirit's strong,
In every note of a forgotten song.
So I'll cherish these tears, though they never fade,
For in them, her memory is forever made.
© Thabiso Dube