Letters once scribed
By your hand, they won’t fade,
But my tears obscure the page.
In my sorrow and solitude,
As the day draws to a close,
Your vision haunts my mind.
I see your eyes, like pools of starlight,
Your smile, a radiant bloom.
Your touch, a gentle symphony,
Your voice, a soothing balm.
Oh, how I long to feel your embrace,
To hear your laughter in the air.
But for now, I cherish these inked memories,
A testament to our love, so rare.