You are my story, my passion, my time.

You are my story, my passion, my time.
My heart grows restless, aching to know where you are.
My eyes wander endlessly, searching for your face,
and every breath turns heavy when you’re nowhere to be found.

Where do I seek you?
In the quiet of my mornings,
in the slow hush of my evenings,
or in the deep silence of my nights?
Are you hidden in the rhythm of my breath,
in the sadness of my eyes,
in the sinking of my heart,
or the restlessness of my soul?

There’s a strange, unspoken feeling that rises within me whenever I think of you
a tender ache that makes me smile as I replay your words in my mind,
and a quiet pain knowing
I may never find the courage
to tell you how deeply I feel.

Every thought of you pulls me closer to a longing I cannot name,
a desire that refuses to be silenced.
I search for you in every pause, every sigh, every shadowed moment
and even when you are not near,
you are in the very pulse of my heart.

You are my story,
my unspoken words,
my whispered dreams.
And I wonder endlessly: where are you?
For my heart knows you exist,
even if my lips never reach your name.