YOUR ABSENCE HANGS

A hollow ache where laughter used to ring,
A melody unheard, a song we used to sing.
Your absence hangs, a fog upon the breeze,
A constant reminder through rustling leaves.

Empty chairs that whisper of a love once bright,
Faded photographs bathed in pale moonlight.
The scent of your perfume, a haunting trace,
Lingers in the corners of this lonely space.

We built a castle, grand and made of dreams,
With walls of trust and fortified by beams
Of whispered promises and hopes untold,