Far Away

In a place, abandoned, forlorn and bare,

Where footsteps echo through the empty air,

I've left a space, a void for you, my dear,

Though you may not be present, you're still near.

Your scent lingers, like a fragrant bloom,

In every corner, chasing away the gloom,

The echoes of your laughter still resound,

In the silence, they dance, never to be bound.

Though you've departed, your memory remains,

In the empty rooms, in the quiet lanes,

A heart, a canvas, where you've left your art,

In the place that's abandoned, but holds your heart.

Time may pass, and seasons come and go,

But your essence lingers, this I know,

In the whispers of the wind, your name is found,

In the echoes of my heart, your love is crowned.

So, in this place, though abandoned it may be,

Your love and presence stay eternally,

For even in absence, your spirit takes its part,

In the place that's abandoned but holds your heart