Your name still lingers in my home,
A ghost of love that once had grown.
The echoes haunt these empty halls,
Your laughter carved into the walls.

The books we shared, the songs we played,
The bed where whispered dreams were laid.
Each corner hums your melody,
A love that lives in memory.

And though you’ve gone, you never left,
You stay in echoes, soft, bereft.
A whisper caught in midnight’s tone,
The ghost of love once carved in stone.