In the fading haze of memory, a figure walks away, dissolving into smoke,
yet their presence remains, a shadow stretched across the canvas of my life.
Once bound in closeness, we are now distant, yet intertwined still.
From the ashes of what was, I rise, not with sorrow, but with quiet gratitude.
In the space they left behind, I’ve learned to grow, to see, to become.
Their lessons linger like whispers in the wind, shaping the contours of my being.
I walk in their shadow, not lost, but led—guided by the light they unknowingly left behind.
