When are my musings about you going to come to an end?
Each thought drifts like a feather on the breeze,
A whispering prayer that never quite lands,
Stirring the silence that wraps around me,
The echo of your absence—a haunting refrain.

In the quiet of night, when the world slips away,
Your absence feels loud, a melody unsung.
I search for your laughter in the shadows,
But all I find is the ghost of your smile,
A fleeting mirage in the dusk of my dreams.

When will my longing for you be fulfilled?
Each day stretches on, a canvas of gray,
Colors fading to whispers, as time moves so slow.
I wear this heartache like a cloak on my shoulders,
Heavy with memories that refuse to let go.

You dance through my thoughts like a flame in the dark,
Illuminating spaces where hope dares to tread.
Yet the warmth of your presence remains just out of reach,
A flicker of light in a maze of despair,
A spark that ignites all the dreams left unsaid.

You have no idea how much this bothers me,
The weight of a longing that thrums in my chest.
Each moment I wait feels like an eternity,
A pendulum swinging, my heart in its grasp.
I trace every memory, I weave every thread,
In the...