Your absence fills the room with sorrow and chases happiness away.

Like winter stealing all the colour from a once warm summer day.

The silence hangs, a heavy cloak, where laughter used to lie,

And even time forgets to move beneath this sad and dim lit sky.

The echo of your voice still clings to corners in the air,

A ghost that dances soft and slow with shadows on the stair.

Each object holds your memory, each moment speaks your name,

Yet nothing answers back to me, just stillness, such a shame.

I light a candle, but find no peace in comfort’s fragile glow,

For what is light without your smile? Just something pale and low.

And though the world moves on outside with bright and careless grace,

I cannot match its rhythm now, nor wear a braver face.

Come back to me, not just in dreams that fade with morning’s first cruel light,

But real, and near, and breathing life into this hollow and pitiful sight.

Till then, I sit with absence, my uninvited guest,

And mourn the joy that left with you, the day you went to rest.