In the desolate landscape of my soul,
your absence echoes like a scream.
Shadows writhe where your light once warmed me,
a haunting reminder of love's decay.
My heart, a heavy burden, longs to be free.
Tears fall like autumn rain, relentless and cold.
Memories of your touch now taunt me,
leaving only emptiness to hold.

In dreams, I see your smile, a fleeting solace,
a bittersweet reminder of joy's escape.
My arms reach out, grasping only darkness,
a cruel fate that tears us apart, it seems.
Time stretches, a canvas of lonely hours,
each one a testament to love's lost themes.
I'm left to ponder what could have been,
haunted by the ghosts of our memories.

Your silence is a palpable thing,
a weight that presses upon my chest.
It threatens to consume me whole,
leaving naught but ashes of love's unrest.
And yet, I hold on to the hope of your return,
a glimmer of light in love's darkened urn.
My heart remains yours, a flame that flickers still,
guiding you back, should you choose to fulfill.

In this emptiness, I'll wait for your call,
a whispered promise to rekindle love's flame.
Together we can chase the shadows away,
and our love can rise, reborn from heartache's gray.
Until then, know that my love remains true,
a constant heartbeat, waiting only for you.