The touch of her Presence

The touch of her presence lingers on,

Though she's gone and I am alone.

Her absence echoes through the night,

A haunting refrain of lost delight.

I wander through the empty halls,

Where once her laughter filled the walls.

But now there's silence, cold and stark,

A void that grows within my heart.

I close my eyes and see her face,

The curve of her smile, the warmth of her embrace.

But when I reach out, she's not there,

And all that's left is empty air.

The memories we shared, they haunt me still,

A bittersweet reminder of what we once fulfilled.

But now those moments are just echoes in time,

A distant memory of a love once so divine.

The pain of loss is like a knife,

That cuts through my heart and steals my life.

I try to move on, but I am bound,

To a love that's lost and can't be found.

So I'll keep her memory close to me,

And cherish the moments we once did see.

But as the years go by and the world moves on,

I'll be left here, alone and forlorn.

The touch of her presence, it still remains,

A gentle reminder of all our pains.

But even in the darkness of my despair,

I know that her love will always be there.