Each morning breaks with the sun’s cruel light,
I rise to a world that feels heavy and bright.
I hope for the night, for sweet, endless sleep,
To close my eyes tight, to bury my grief deep.

The day stretches on, like a long, empty road,
With thoughts of her lingering, a burdensome load.
I wear a brave face, but inside I just ache,
Counting the hours until the night I can take.

As twilight descends, I find solace in dreams,
In shadows of memories, where nothing is as it seems.
I drift into slumber, her laughter in my mind,
In the realm of the night, I leave all pain behind.

But dawn breaks again, with its unforgiving glare,
And I wake to the silence, the weight of despair.
Each morning I hope for the night to return,
To escape from my heart, to unlearn and to yearn.

I wish for the hours to fade into dark,
To find peace in the stillness, to reignite a spark.
So I dance with the shadows, through this endless charade,
Hoping for sleep, in this cycle I wade.