The world still spins, though mine stands still,
A silent hush where your voice should fill.
The days roll on, yet time feels wrong,
Like a song unfinished, missing its song.
You were the roots beneath my ground,
Steady, strong, where I was found.
Now the wind blows through the space,
An empty chair, a hollow place.
I hear you in the morning light,
In whispered winds, in stars at night.
In echoes of your laughter’s sound,
Though you’re not here, you’re all around.
Life moves forward, as life must do,
Yet every step still leads to you.
In memories rich, in love so deep,
In quiet moments where I weep.
I carry you in words unsaid,
In lessons taught, in books we read.
In all the ways you shaped my view,
My heart still beats—because of you.
Category: Musings