In the recesses of my contemplative mind, persists the rhythmic cadence,
An elusive desire to encounter you pervades, gradually engulfing my essence.
The respiration I possess, languorously wanes, a gradual evanescence,
This nocturnal juncture hints at a departure, veiled in enigmatic transcendence.
In your absence, my cardiac core metamorphoses into a barren expanse,
Contemplating the art of ascension akin to an unscripted dance.
Why does my innermost self remain oblivious to the beckoning?
Contemplative musings persist, devoid of discernible reckoning.
Years have surreptitiously witnessed my role-play, a thespian's feat,
Within life's multifaceted theatre, I tasted defeat.
Presently, introspection leads me to pose inquiries profound,
Why did I fashion an opulent dream, its value unbound?
In the currents of thought, verses unfurl without constraint,
Searching aimlessly for bygone memories, akin to a flower's fate.
Why does my soul remain impervious to the silent entreaty?
Contemplating silently, amidst reasons both trivial and weighty.
