In the quiet of the night, I trace your name against my heart,
A silent whisper, a longing so sharp.
It dances in the dark, a ghost of your touch,
A memory's ember I yearn for so much.
With each rise and fall of the distant tide,
I send my love across the divide.
Hoping, somehow, it finds its way
To where you are, convincing you to stay.
The stars, they listen to my silent plea,
Bridging the gap between you and me.
But morning finds its way, cruel and bright,
Leaving me alone with the night.