HER ETERNAL SPEAR THROUGH MY SOUL

In the quiet watch of the moon, I rise,
Anxious, desperate, consumed by the ache of your absence.
The boundaries of reality and imagination blur,
And still, I remain—breathless, as if you’ve stolen the air I live on.
Your love, withheld, leaves me lifeless,
As though your gaze, sharp as stars,
Drains the oxygen from my lungs, leaving me hollow.

Oh, how your beauty haunts me,
Your eyes, cold...