In the quiet hours of dawn’s gentle sigh,
I feel your absence like the morning mist,
A fragile whisper that lingers and drifts,
Through the corridors of my yearning heart.

The sun climbs high, casting shadows long,
Yet your laughter echoes in the silent breeze,
A melody of moments we once embraced,
Now scattered like autumn leaves, far and wide.

As twilight paints the sky in hues of gold,
I trace the constellations of our dreams,
Hoping the stars might guide you back,
To fill the void that time cannot erase.

Beneath the moon’s watchful, tender gaze,
I whisper prayers to the night, soft and true,
That wherever you are, love finds you well,
And someday, our paths will cross once more.