In morning light, the shadow falls, You speak of dreams, yet miss my calls. Your time a distant, fleeting breeze, Bound by what the world decrees. My love, a ship on restless seas, Adrift amid your priorities. No shame in who you were or are, Yet tethered to this hidden scar. Broken promises like whispers fade, In quiet corners, I'm always swayed. Your words, a veil, do softly lace, Yet truth reflects a hidden face. In the space where love should gleam, Your secret lives in a muted dream. But hearts can tire of endless night, Where love remains a distant light.