Gone, but not forgotten.

Gone, but not forgotten.
For in the heart’s deep chambers, 
Their voices still murmur, their laughter still rings, 
A symphony of the unseen, the unheard.

Death, that silent thief, 
has claimed its due, 
Yet in its wake, 
it leaves a trace, 
A lingering scent of memories, 
A tapestry woven with threads of love and loss.

In the quiet moments of dawn, 
When shadows dance with the light, 
Their presence whispers through the silence, 
A gentle reminder of their eternal embrace. 
Gone, they say, but not forgotten,