Longing

In the quiet of the night, where shadows creep,

There lies a longing, so deep and steep.

A yearning's touch, like a distant breeze,

In its gentle whisper, we find unease.

It's in the memories that haunt us, in the dead of night,

In the echoes of laughter, so soft and light.

It's in the dreams that linger, just out of reach,

In the lessons of love, that we strive to teach.

It's in the touch we crave, the warmth of a hand,

In the embrace we long for, across the land.

It's in the words unspoken, that weigh heavy on the heart,

In the longing for connection, that tears us apart.

It's in the places we yearn for, so far away,

In the faces we miss, day after day.

It's in the songs that remind us, of what once was,

In the ache of longing, for what still does.

So let us embrace longing, with open arms,

In its tender embrace, we find our charms.

For in the depths of longing, we find our truth,

In the yearning for connection, in the ache of youth.