October Whispers

You left on a quiet night,
as October whispered its final secrets.
Now, sunrise paints a picture
of empty spaces where your light withdrew.

The chair by the window sits untouched,
a silent witness to the stories you chose not to share.
Moments we collected now sepia,
fading into corners of rooms you couldn’t bear.

I search for you in the breath of wind,
in the blood moon stillness.
I gather pieces you left behind,
trying to map the contours of your absence.

Yet, amidst the quiet of echo,
I feel the embrace of each dawn anew.
In the subtle art of moving forward,
there lies a form of homage to the resilience you never knew,
but never lost.