You are the breath in the silence,
the shadow that lingers in the golden dusk,
the whisper in the wind that calls my name.
Daylight stretches with your absence,
each hour a quiet ache,
each moment a step toward you,
yet never close enough.
Night falls, and the stars echo my longing,
the moon watches as I search the darkness,
reaching for you in dreams where distance fades.
I do not count the days,
only the heartbeats between now and your return.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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