With every tick of the clock, my heart beats faster,
As I yearn for your voice, for your laughter.
But all I'm left with is this heavy silence,
A burden that weighs down upon my existence.

I long to hold you close, to hear your words,
To know if your heart also yearns and hurts.
But I am lost in a sea of assumptions,
Unable to break free from this prison of emotions.

Oh, how I wish I could express my love,
In a way that reaches the heavens above.
But my words falter, they fail to convey,
The depth of my feelings, day after day.

If only poetry could transcend the page,
And carry my love to you, across time and age.
But I am left with only ink and paper,
Yearning for you, my heart's sole savior.

In my sorrow, like a nightingale I sing,
My existence...