Whispers of the Soul

Lost Loved One's

Fragments of Us

In the quiet dawn where sunlight spills,
I find remnants of laughter in the air,
The coffee mug you held, a touch still warm,
Its faded print a whisper of your care.

A frayed blanket draped on the couch,
Where we'd nestle, stories spun like gold,
Every thread a memory stitched tight,
In the soft embrace of our love, bold.

The little things, like keys on the table,
A half-finished book, your bookmark held tight,
Each page a world we wandered together,
Where dreams took flight in the hush of the night.

Your scent lingers in the hallway, sweet,
Hints of cologne mixed with the morning light,
Each breath a reminder of moments we shared,
In the tapestry woven from day into night.

The worn path in the garden we walked hand in hand,
Each flower a witness to promises made,
The petals fall softly, like the time we spent,
As seasons shift, yet our memories won't fade.

In the kitchen, the spices still dance in the air,
Recalling the meals where our laughter entwined,
The clink of the dishes, the sizzle of joy,
In the warmth of those moments, our hearts intertwined.

The echoes of music still play in my mind,
Your voice harmonizing with every sweet note,
Each song a fragment, a piece of our past,
Where love lingered long after the final chord wrote.

Yet in these fragments, bittersweet they may be,
Is the essence of you, alive in each space,
In the mundane, the magical finds its place,
In the everyday moments, I still feel your grace.

Though time moves on and we drift apart,
These pieces remind me, no distance can sever,
For in every fragment, you're woven in heart,
In the fragments of us, you'll be mine forever.