In the quiet moments of dawn’s first light,
Your memory lingers, a haunting sight.
Echoes of laughter, whispers of dreams,
Fill the silence, or so it seems.

The stars above, they seem to know,
The depth of longing, the silent woe.
Nights are endless, days are cold,
Without your presence, without your hold.

Each passing hour, a silent plea,
For your return, for you to see.
The empty spaces, the vacant chair,
Remind me always that you’re not there.

Yet hope remains, a flickering flame,
That time will bring you back again.
Until that day, in dreams I find,
The solace of your heart entwined with mine.