“My beloved mate is on a vacation far away and I miss him”

A quiet moon hangs in our evening sky,  
Its borrowed light streaming where shadows lie;  
I cup each beam like the words you would say,  
My beloved mate, now so far away.

Your laughter lingers in the folded sheets,  
The scent of you tucked where wakefulness meets  
The fragile hush that follows each goodbye—  
I reach for you, and only dreams reply.

The clock moves slow, its tick a patient drum  
Of mornings and nights until you return.  
The coffee’s grown cold in your favorite cup;  
I set it aside, waiting, heart undone.

From beaches or mountains, wherever you roam,  
I hope you feel tethered by threads of home;  
The stories you’ll gather, the sights you’ll see—  
Are postcards you’ll send through memory.

But until your footsteps echo at the door,  
I’ll count down the days, and I’ll wish you more:  
Safe journeys, bright mornings, peace at each end—  
And the joy of our arms entwined once again.

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