The ghost of her laughter, a haunting sound, Still lingers softly, all around. A phantom echo, light and frail, A cruel reminder, of love's frail sail. Rain streaks the window, a blurry scene, Mirroring tears, unseen, yet keen. My heart, a vessel, cracked and torn, By her rejection, on this forlorn morn. The vibrant colors, now muted hues, A somber canvas, where joy once grew. Her gentle touch, a fading trace, Leaving emptiness, in this desolate place. Each whispered word, a painful sting, A silent sorrow, my heart will sing. The world moves on, a careless stream, But in my soul, a haunting dream. The ghost of her laughter, a mournful sigh, A constant echo, beneath the sky. And in the darkness, I softly weep, For dreams long lost, in slumber deep.