In the quiet corners of my heart,
Your absence leaves a hollow mark,
Behind cold walls, your shadow lingers,
A silent song with distant singers.

Time moves slow within these bars,
Yet every night I count the stars,
Hoping one will guide you near,
To whisper words I long to hear.

Through letters sent, my soul does fly,
Across the miles and endless sky,
To where your dreams and memories dwell,
In whispered tales that time will tell.

Until the day you walk back home,
And no more through these halls we’ll roam,
I’ll hold you close in dreams so real,
To bridge the gap that time can’t heal.