Your leaving was quiet as snowfall
yet the room kept glowing after the door closed
Something of you lingered in the corners—
not sorrow but a gentle radiance
Morning found your calm on my table
woven into the grain of the wooden chair
The world learned a softer brightness
from the way your light once stayed
I trace the path your laughter carved
a tender geometry of remembered warmth
Even the shadows seem kinder now
as if they borrowed grace from your silhouette
Love distilled into its most patient form
remains in every stillness you touched
I carry it with both reverence and ache
knowing such quiet mercy does not return twice