In the quiet of the night, my heart whispers your name,
A chant, a mantra, a plea to the stars above.
Missing you is a constant, aching game,
Where time stands still, and all I can do is love.
Your absence paints shadows in my day,
A longing so deep, it colors my soul's hue.
Love, in its essence, finds a way
To keep me chained to the ghost of you.