The Dawdling presence
In the arms of solitude, keenly sense, A vast absence, a void intense. Every passing moment silently pleads, A sweet presence, my spirit needs. The gentle wind whispers, softly it sways, Lost in echoes, as time slips away. A longing to grasp lingering still, In every breath, I feel the chill. Amidst the quiet, I seek your embrace, A desire so deep, it leaves a trace. In the hush of night, in the ray of day, Your absence dawdles, never fades away.