Been a month without hearing her voice,

And it still feels unreal,

Like the world forgot how to speak warmth,

Like nothing can truly heal.

Her laughter once danced through our days,

Like sunlight in every room,

Now silence sits where she once stood,

Wrapped in quiet gloom.

I still wait for her to call my name,

Softly, with that loving grace,

As if love itself had found a home

In the comfort of her face.

She was more than just an aunt to me,

She was my second heart,

A guiding light, a gentle soul,

A never-fading part.

The mornings feel a little colder,

The nights, much harder to bear,

Because every moment without her

Feels heavy with the air.