In the quiet of the night, I sit and wait,
For the sound of footsteps by the gate,
The ticking clock, a steady beat,
Echoes in a room, where hearts retreat.

The moonlight spills through the window pane,
A silent witness to my pain,
Stars above, they gently gleam,
Whispering of a distant dream.

Shadows dance upon the walls,
As memories of laughter softly call,
The warmth of his embrace, I yearn,
For the moment he will return.

Each passing hour, a testament of time,
Woven with hope, in a silent rhyme,
Until he’s back, and home is whole,
I’ll keep the vigil, with my soul.