The quiet room, a silent plea,
Just me, and shadows here with me.
Each tick of clock, a painful sound,
Where once your laughter spun around.
I wait, a shore for tides unseen,
For what was, and what might have been.
The hope, a whisper, faint and low,
As lonely winds begin to blow.
This ache inside, a hollow space,
I search for comfort, seek your face.
A memory's ghost, a faded sigh,
Beneath this vast and empty sky.
Regret's soft touch, a constant guest,
For words unsaid, for love's sweet test.
A sorrow deep, that will not cease,
Disturbing my unquiet peace.
This mood, this ache, this heavy plight,
A long, dark, solitary night.
Just waiting here, in silent grace,
For time to mend this broken place.
