When the morning light kisses her face,
Where you long for your lips to embrace,
Her eyes flutter open, still in a haze,
She reaches for you, but feels a void's chill.

The sheets, cold and empty beside her,
A cruel reminder of your absence,
She searches for solace and comfort,
But your touch, now a distant memory.

The room bathes in golden rays,
As the sun climbs the eastern sky,
Yet her heart remains shrouded in gray,
For your love, she can no longer deny.

She breathes in the scent of your pillow,
Hoping to find your essence there,
But it's mixed with her own perfume,
A bittersweet blend, hard to bear.

Her fingers trace the curve of her neck,
Where your hands once caressed with care,
She wishes the warmth was your tenderness,
Not just a fleeting thought in the air.

As the light dances across her skin,
She imagines it's your gentle caress,
Whispering sweet nothings of devotion,
Stirring a longing she can't repress.

But the fantasy soon fades away,
As reality sets in with the dawn,
Leaving her with a hollow ache,
A love she can never be born.

So she rises, her steps heavy,
Through a day without your embrace,
Yearning for your kiss, your embrace,
When the morning light takes its place.

For in its rays, she sees your face,
A ghostly vision, a wistful sigh,
A love she holds close in her heart,
Until the day you return to her side.