Waiting in the Shadows of Time

Mihar Diaries . . .

In shadows cast by twilight’s sombre wane,
I bear the burden of this ceaseless pain.
Longing, a tempest in my chest, does swell,
For the one I ache for, the one who knows me well.

Each second stretches into boundless night,
As stars above bear witness to my plight.
I reach for constellations, seeking your sweet trace,
Hoping they’ll reveal your path to this desolate place.

The clock’s slow hands, like ghosts, haunt my soul,
Through endless hours, their solemn toll.
I count the petals of a wilted rose with care,
Each one, a silent prayer for the love we used to share.

In dreams, your presence lingers, a haunting grace,
A phantom touch, a memory I chase.
I yearn for your embrace, your laughter’s tender song,
In this abyss of waiting, where I’ve belonged so long.

But patience frays, and my heart grows weak,
As time’s relentless march refuses to speak.
Yet still, I stand unwavering, firm in my devotion,
For love’s enduring flame fuels this boundless ocean.

Though longing’s agony may carve its deep scar,
In the depths of my soul, where emotions spar,
I’ll keep the flame alive, burning fierce and true,
Until the day you return, when our love will renew.