In the silent hours of the night,
When the world drifts into dreams,
I find myself tangled in thoughts of you,
Wishing on stars that seem so far away.

The gentle breeze carries your voice,
A whisper in the rustling leaves,
Every memory a soft echo,
Of moments cherished and dearly missed.

I walk along the shadowed paths,
Where once we shared our laughter,
Now only the moon bears witness,
To the longing in my heart.

Yet hope lingers with the dawn,
A promise in the morning light,
That one day these paths will reunite us,
In a world where distance fades away.