Only your voice remains—
a familiar melody
inside the loneliness
of night.
My heart,
a weary butterfly
on love’s endless road,
still calls
for your embrace.
Without you,
the world
is a silent room.
Your shoulders
once sheltered
my unfinished grief;
your heart
held a peace
my wounds could never find.
They say
what leaves the eyes
leaves the heart as well.
But love
knows neither sight
nor distance.
In the darkness of night
I still believe
you will return someday,
with hands
gentle enough
to heal my heart.
And I—
until the final second of waiting—
will love you.
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