In the quiet of the night,
Whispers linger in the air,
Soft echoes of your laughter,
Haunting, gentle, rare.

The stars above seem dimmer,
Without your guiding light,
Yet in the silent darkness,
Your memory shines bright.

I walk the path we wandered,
Each step a tender pain,
But in the breeze I hear you,
In the falling rain.

Grief is a gentle shadow,
That follows where I tread,
Yet your love is the beacon,
That guides me where you led.

“Echoes of the Departed” by Lila Monroe captures the lingering presence of a lost loved one through nature and memory. The poem reflects on how the departed continue to guide and comfort the living, even in their absence.