In the quiet of the evening, I wait,
Stars twinkling, narrating fate,
Whispers of the wind, gentle and slow,
Echo the hope I dearly know.

Shadows dance beneath the moon’s glow,
Time moves, but oh so slow,
With every heartbeat, a silent plea,
For his return, to be here with me.

Memories of laughter fill the air,
Moments of love we used to share,
I hold them close, like a sacred tome,
While waiting for him to come home.

The night deepens, still I stand,
Dreaming of the touch of his hand,
Faith unwavering, love never gone,
In patience, I wait for dawn.