In the whispering night, I wonder whyMy heart feels adrift beneath a pale sky.Though I reach out with all that I am,It seems I fall short, just a shadow’s span.His gaze, a beacon I long to meet,Yet fear whispers of my incomplete feat.With every word, I try to prove,But doubt lingers, a shadow I can’t remove.Perhaps my soul’s song isn’t enough,In the silent spaces, his love feels tough.In the mirror, I search for his grace,Yet find only echoes, a vacant place.I yearn for strength to bridge this gap,To find the courage in love’s gentle map.But within, the storm of not enough rages,A tale of longing that fills these pages.