I stand in the quiet, where your absence echoes loud,
Counting the beats of time between your world and mine.
Distance stretches its hands, but I do not move.
I do not waver.
I wait, not for the days to pass, but for you to return, to fill the empty space with the warmth of your presence.
Through storms and silence, through whispers of doubt, my heart remains anchored, my soul tethered to yours.
No mile too long, no hour too heavy,
I am here always waiting, always yours, until the moment we collide again.