The field still keeps your fleeting trace
A tender shimmer a tender grace
Grasses lean as though they knew
The earth once held the weight of you
Your laughter lingers on every stone
Soft as a hymn the wind had sewn
Even the rivers hum along—
Echoes of your forgotten song
Sunset carries your silhouette
Painted gold with a lover’s debt
Every horizon turns its head
Toward the life your presence led
When night uncurls in velvet blue
Dreams return with the scent of you
The sky grows warmer where you stood—
A place where longing still feels good