In moments when my presence wanes,
When solitude's embrace remains,
Recall the foolish words we'd share,
To soothe the ache of absence's glare.

Think not of absence, but of wit,
The jovial banter, bit by bit,
For though I'm distant, far away,
My spirit dances, free to play.

Imagine laughter in the air,
a symphony of jests we'd share,
In every word, a tender thread,
To gently mend what time has shed.

Let silly tales and jests resound,
Within your heart, let mirth abound,
For though we're parted, side by side,
The echoes linger, cannot hide.

So let my voice, in memories stored,
Bring solace when emotions pour,
May laughter guide you weary soul,
And tears dissolve in humor's roll.

Though absent now, I'm not truly gone,
In jests and quips, I still live on,
So let these words, a comforting balm,
Transform your tears into a calming psalm.