I trace your name in silent air,
A fleeting wish, a whispered prayer.
You walk so close, yet worlds away,
A sun I chase but can’t obey.

My heart, a book you’ll never read,
Each page inked with silent need.
A love that blooms but finds no spring,
A song unsung, a bird with clipped wings.

You laugh, and time forgets to move,
Your voice—a melody I can't prove.
Yet, in your eyes, I see no sign,
No lingering spark to mirror mine.

Still, I stay, a shadow near,
Hiding hope, swallowing fear.
For loving you, though bittersweet,
Is pain I cherish, a wound I keep.