In the quiet hours before dawn's light,
I trace the outline of your absence in my bed—
A cold space, unfilled, stretching into night,
Where memories and longing softly tread.
I whisper secrets into the emptiness,
Hoping they'll find their way to your heart,
Across the miles that separate us, across the silence,
A bridge built from whispers, keeping us apart.
And in these moments, love and longing merge,
A tender ache, both exquisite and forlorn,
For in my heart, an unyielding urge,
To hold you close, not just in thoughts adorned.