Silent Absentia "In the warmth of an empty bed, a canvas of solitude, I paint the colors of memories, where love once dwelled. Your absence is a ghost that haunts me, a whispered sigh, A lingering echo that refuses to subside. My heart is a garden, once blooming with love's sweet flowers, Now withered and barren, like autumn's fading hours. I wish I could shower you with love, like a spring rain's gentle touch, And nourish the parched earth of our hearts, where love's seeds clutch. In the silence of a crowded room, I hear the beat of my heart, A solitary drumbeat, echoing through the hollow of our part. I yearn to be with you, to weave our love into a tapestry so fine, To dance with you under the stars, where love's celestial music aligns." #ukwandakian