In solitude, his thoughts wander to tomorrow,
Reflecting on months that tested his soul.
He weathered storms of tears and laughter,
Moments when surrender seemed so near.
But that's not the man he knows himself to be.
He misses her—her smile, her grace—
A presence that lingers in his dreams.
The spirits whisper, urging him to hold on,
To trust in the patience of love's design.
For their journey, though fraught with distance,
Is far from over, with chapters yet to unfold.
