Whispers Beyond the Veil

The people we love don’t leave us whole,
They slip into shadows, yet fill the soul.
A lingering laugh, a touch of light,
They dance through dreams in the depth of night.

We see them in the stars, in the wind’s soft sigh,
In the way leaves tremble as seasons fly.
Their voices echo in the quiet rain,
A tender balm for the sharpest pain.

In the fading hues of twilight’s glow,
Their presence lingers, though they go.
A hand unseen on our weary hearts,
Reminding us we’re never apart.

For love transcends the weight of loss,
It walks through fire, it bears the cross.
And when we falter, their whispers say,
“I’m with you still, though miles away.”

So we carry their light through the paths we tread,
For the people we love are never quite dead.
They live in our steps, in the love we give,
In the endless truth: they taught us to live.