In the stillness of the moonlit night, I find myself in an expanse of sheets, A kingdom void without her light, Where absence writes its silent beats. Five dawns await, with skies of gray, Four nights stretch out like whispered dreams, In a double bed where shadows play, Her absence echoes in silent seams. The weight of moments bears its load, In the space her laughter used to fill, Yet in the solitude, love's gentle ode Sings in the quiet, strong and still. For when this longing finds its end, And time reunites what time divides, The vacancy now my faithful friend, Will turn to warmth when she abides.