There's something about when you're near or far,
A silent ache, like a distant star,
Your absence marks each line and page,
Where words fall short, unable to engage.
Actions falter, where courage should bloom,
Bravery dimmed in the quiet room,
For only you, with presence pure,
Turn scattered thoughts to something sure.
Near or far, a constant theme,
The unseen thread of a waking dream,
No spoken word, nor scripted rhyme,
Can bridge the space or fill the time.
So here I wait, where courage lies,
In the shadowed echoes of goodbyes,
For you, the light, both near and far,
To guide the path, my steadfast star.