Days turned to weeks, and weeks to months,
He walked through life, feeling the brunt.
The world seemed darker, colors had faded,
His heart ached, broken and jaded.

He woke each morning, her words on his mind,
But the emptiness lingered, love left behind.
Her scent in his clothes, her laugh in the air,
Everywhere he turned, he found her there.

Nights were the hardest, alone in his bed,
Haunted by memories, dreams filled with dread.
He’d reach for her, but only find space,
Wishing for one more glimpse of her face.

Friends tried to comfort, but couldn’t understand,
The depth of his grief, the loss of his hand.
He moved through his days, a shadow of who,
He once was with her, when love was true.

In the silence, he’d hear her...