The Echo Of Goodbye Poem by Ronni ManoaHofbauer

In empty rooms where memories dwell,
Where silence speaks the words we cannot tell,
Your absence echoes through each passing day,
Like shadows stretching as light fades away.

The morning coffee sits untouched and cold,
As grief unfolds in stories left untold,
Your favourite chair still holds your gentle grace,
While time moves on at such a cruel pace.

They say that healing comes in waves of blue,
Some days I drown, some days I struggle through,
The world spins on with such indifference now,
While I'm still learning when to sink or bow.

Lost moments flutter like autumn's last leaves,
As memory carefully sorts and weaves
A tapestry of all you used to be,
Now hanging in the halls of memory.

I find you in the smallest things that stay:
Your handwriting, your mug, your favourite way
Of folding corners in beloved books,
The window seat where you'd pause to look.

The seasons change without asking leave,
While I stay here, still learning how to grieve,
For mourning knows no proper time or place,
It moves along at its own chosen pace.

Some say that time will heal what hurts today,
That memories of loss will fade away,
But love transformed is still a kind of love,
Like stars that shine though storms rage above.

So here I sit with grief's unwanted art,
Learning to carry you within my heart,
Finding that love and loss together weave
A pattern time cannot make us leave.

For you are gone, yet somehow still remain,
Like sunshine dancing through the autumn rain,
And though I mourn what time cannot restore,
Love echoes still behind a closing door.