In the shadowed chambers of my quiet heart,
where echoes of your laughter used to dance,
there’s now a silence, so profound, so sharp,
it cuts through the fabric of chance.

Since you’ve been gone, the days blur into one,
an endless, colorless, sprawling sea,
where once the sunrise promised fun,
now dusk’s quiet whispers are all that greet me.

Inspired by your example, that anthem of lost love,
with its melody sweet, threading through sorrow’s weave,
it mirrors the void you left, the sky above,
devoid of stars, on this endless, sleepless eve.

You’ve taken with you more than I knew I had,
the light that once guided my every step.
Now I wander, aimless, endlessly sad,
mourning the warmth we shared, now bereft.

Yet, amidst this desolate, internal night,
where your absence weaves its cold, relentless spell,
I find a flicker of a new kind of light,
a strength born from the depths of this well.

In losing you, I was forced to confront,
the parts of me I thought were forever gone.
From this pain, a new resolve starts to blunt
the edges of my sorrow, leading me on.

This isn’t to say I don’t miss you still,
for every day brings with it your shadow,
but I’ve learned to move, to live, to feel,
to seek new joys in tomorrow’s glow.

Thank you, then, for this painful gift,
the lessons learned in the quiet after you left.
For in your absence, I found a rift that led me to me, heartbroken but deft.

From my soul, a soothing, haunting call,
a reminder that in loss, there’s rebirth,
a beacon for the heart, teaching it to crawl,
then walk, then run, towards its own worth.