In Everwood, the shadows fall,
Killian's heart still hears her call.
Rose is gone, but love remains,
An endless ache, a haunting pain.
By the garden, he stands alone,
Among the flowers she once had grown.
Her laughter echoes in the breeze,
A memory that brings him to his knees.
Nights are long, the silence deep,
In dreams of Rose, he finds no sleep.
He clings to moments, now so far,
Each one a precious, fading star.
The world moves on, but Killian stays,
Lost in a love that never decays.
With every dawn, he hopes to find,
A piece of Rose, left behind.