Whispers of Longing

In the twilight hours, as I drift away, Her absence lingers, in thoughts that betray. With every passing sun, the ache only swells, Longing for her words, the stories she tells. Aching to reach out, to embrace once more, But my ego's grip holds tight, a closed door. Though I need her, my heart whispers the plea, Will pride ever relent, and set my soul free? -Haseeb