In my dark room, staring into the void,
Without her, a dying flower, unable to avoid.
Life's pause, only her eyes can hit resume,
Tears cascade, aching for her in the gloom.

Her eyes, her smile, cheeks, lips, and laugh,
Warmth and perfume, a memory to grasp.
My soul falters, survival alone a presumed doom,
In the night, a dark planet without its moon.

Adorable in every conceivable way,
Holding hands, attaching to my jacket, innocent play.
Tears as companions, surrendering to sleep soon,
Dreams of her, perhaps, a honeymoon.