In the quiet night, you softly stay, Yet distance weaves an unseen fray. Held close, yet drifting on the breeze, A love that's tied, a soul that flees. My heart, though yours it claims in part, Carries the weight of a shattered heart. Love's tender threads entwine with rue, For longing carves its space here too. I picture you, a fleeting grace, In shadowed dreams, where I seek your face. I crave your warmth, embrace the ache, Yet find but echoes, an empty wake. Arms stretch wide in silent plea, To hold you near, release this sea. Though close you seem, you're far away, As night begets another day.