Missing Someone

The nights grow long, the days feel slow,  

In every shadow, your face I know.  

The silence echoes with your name,  

A quiet ache, a constant flame.  

I miss your laugh, your gentle touch,  

The way you love, the way you clutch.  

My hand in yours, so warm, so tight,  

A beacon in the darkest night.  

The stars above, they seem so dim,  

Without your light, without your hymn.  

The moon, a mirror of my pain,  

Reflects the love that still remains.  

I miss the way you fill the. . .