In the quiet of the night, I hear your voice,
A whisper carried by the gentle breeze,
It speaks of memories, our moments of choice,
And brings a longing that never seems to cease.

The stars above remind me of your eyes,
Shining bright, guiding me through the dark,
But now they seem like distant, silent cries,
As I search the sky for that familiar spark.

Each day without you feels like a year,
Time stretches, bends, and warps in your absence,
Yet your presence lingers, ever so near,
A phantom touch, a ghostly essence.

I wait for the day when we reunite,
When the emptiness will finally fade,
Until then, I’ll hold on tight,
To the memories and the love we made.