The clock ticks softly, whispering in the night,
Shadows dance, casting dreams in the moonlight.
Each passing moment stretches the heartâs desire,
Waiting for his return, a flame that never tires.
The wind carries his name through the rustling leaves,
A melody of memories that the soul believes.
Stars blink in a rhythm, matching a hopeful beat,
In the quiet of the evening, where love and time meet.
Walls adorned with pictures, stories they silently tell,
Of laughter and warmth in the space where hearts dwell.
Every echo in the hall, a whispered promise kept,
In the solitude of waiting, where dreams are carefully swept.
The dawn will come, painting the world anew,
With the promise of a day where longing turns true.
Until then, the heart will hold its gentle plea,
Waiting for his return, a timeless reverie.