The wind remembers where you walked
Gentle places where we talked
Each leaf trembling on the tree
Still holds part of your poetry
Shadows lengthen across the stone
Folding night into the known
Even the echoes in the hall
Carry the warmth of your last call
Time dissolves the sharpest pain
Leaves soft petals in its rain
Every sorrow you left behind
Turns to feathers in my mind
When dawn returns on softened feet
Spreading gold across the street
The breeze still hums our old duet—
A quiet love it won’t forget