Your eyes still droop with longing,
As you whisper my name, soft and low,
In the fading light of the setting sun,
A chill descends, an endless flow.
"I wish you were here beside me,"
You breathed into the twilight air,
But your only companion in the gloom,
Is the pillow you clutch in despair.
With the dawn's first blush, will you still yearn,
For the sight of my face, my embrace?
Or will I linger as a phantom of yesterday,
A memory of love lost without trace.