The dawn breaks with silent grace,
Yet in my heart, an empty space.
Gone are the whispers of your voice,
Leaving silence as my only choice.

In the stillness, I find your trace,
A shadowed memory I cannot erase.
The world moves on in its gentle flow,
But time holds me in its relentless tow.

Each day that rises, a solemn gift,
Yet my soul feels the weighty rift.
The colors fade to muted grey,
As I search for you in the break of day.

But in this dawn, I hold tight
The echoes of a love, once bright.
And though the tears may often fall,
Your spirit remains, beyond recall.