Nothing but poetry

The night grows long, the silence deep, Yet still my restless eyes can’t sleep. Her voice lingers, soft and near, A phantom song I ache to hear. The pillow holds a hollow space, I dream of her in every place. Her smile burns like a quiet flame, Each breath I take repeats her name. The stars outside refuse to fade, Their light reminds me why I stayed. For though the night won’t set me free, My heart is hers, she carries me. Sleep drifts past, but I don’t mind, I’d rather keep her in my mind....