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.