Evenings stretch too long,
and the quiet hums your song.
The world goes on, unaware,
while a thought of you lingers there.
Smiles pass by in ordinary light,
yet none hold the calm of your quiet night.
And in the spaces no one sees,
a small heart aches in gentle unease.
It's not words, not promises made,
just soft echoes that refuse to fade.
A glance remembered, a laugh replayed,
a wish that somehow stayed.
The moon leans close, the stars attend,
as if they guard the thoughts you'd send.
No one notices, no one knows,
the quiet pull that softly grows.
And maybe it's foolish, maybe it's vain,
to hold a wish that brings this pain.
But shadows keep what daylight hides,
and in them, quietly, your presence bides.