In the quiet of the night,
Awake in the house's darkest corner,
I sit, wrapped in a blanket of blue,
Yearning for you, my dear Philo.
Breaks and holidays, once joyous,
Now fill me with dread,
For they are times when your face I cannot see,
Times when I must endure a wait that feels like eternity.
Your absence leaves a void,
A day without you feels incomplete,
Your allure, so potent, has me hooked,
A feeling, absurd yet bittersweet.
This longing, it's a troublesome thing,
How can I bear to be apart from you,
When your absence makes me feel so hollow?
Perhaps I am a fool, wanting to follow you like a shadow.
But what can I do,
When my heart holds you so dear?
To me, you're more than just another face,
You're someone I hold near and dear.
—ancn.
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Whispering Winds: A Stargazer's Silent Symphony
PoetryThis is an original collection of poems written by me with only one inspiration. This is an untitled poem. I made it so for it is a series of poem that describes one person and if I could ever put a title in every chapter of poems, his name would be...
