Your parting words still echo in the silent room,
A haunting lullaby wrapped in the guise of gloom.
Every whispered farewell lingers in the air,
A bittersweet reminder that you’re no longer there.  
In the resonance of absence, I hear a soft reply, A promise that from each goodbye,
I’ll learn to fly. Echoes of your goodbye, a sound both sad and clear,
Fueling the inner fire that overcomes my fear.
Every reverberation paves a new and hopeful way
A melody of moving on that brightens up my day.  
In the quiet aftermath, each echo turns to art,
Transforming lonely memories into a fresh start.
I gather shattered fragments and let them guide my soul,
Building bridges from the remnants to make me whole.  
Beneath the distant hum of memories long past,
I find the strength to let go at last. Every fading whisper
becomes the beat of my heart, A rhythm of renewal, a brilliant work of art.
Echoes of your goodbye now fade into the light,
Giving rise to hope that shines ever so bright.  
As the echoes drift away with the falling night,
I rise to meet the dawn, embracing a new light.