I yearn within this alabaster shell,
An opulent mausoleum where your laughter once dared to wander.
My marrow quivers beneath damask layers,
Each sigh a fragile sonnet to a vanished constellation.

A thousand perfumed odes ferment in the hush between pulse and breath,
Yet your absence reigns — a sovereign specter enthroned upon my trembling spirit.

Moonlight drapes my wrist in argent lament,
My quill weeps arabesques of unspoken ardor.
I trace the ghost of your name across silk sheets,
Each curve an elegy embroidered in dusk.

What exquisite mirage whispered promise,
What phantom vow tethered me to your receding silhouette?
My heart — a reliquary of unfinished nocturnes,
Adagios unbreathed, sonatas condemned to hush.

In the pallid hush of predawn,
When the world drowns in hushed opalescence,
I conjure your impossible gaze.
A gaze that pledged eternity yet bore only illusion,
A delicate tapestry unspooling at dawn's fragile seam.
I wear your absence as one might don a coronet of frost,
Each crystalline thorn an intimate confession.

Oh ephemeral muse,
My soul inclines toward your imagined return;
Ever hollow, ever luminous,
Ever mine.