In shadows where her laughter used to soar,
A hollow space now cradles whispered dreams.
The world, once vivid, now wears a muted veil,
Each moment slips like sand through trembling hands.
Her smile, a beacon of light in our darkest hours,
Now haunts the corners of our aching hearts.
We stumble through the labyrinth of loss,
Each step a ghost, an echo of her name.
The games we played, the...
