The quiet in the morning feels deeper now,
as if the world knows what it has lost.
A strength once near, now woven in the wind—
unyielding, kind, and endlessly giving.
Each step is shaped by silent grace,
each rise, a shadow of care once given.
Storms passed, endured without a sound,
with warmth that held through every season.
The road ahead is built on love unseen,
lit by trials weathered long before.
Peace has found its place at last,
where struggle fades into calm skies.
What’s gone still breathes within the soul—
a quiet flame.
Forever, I will miss you.
28 Mar 2025
