Sleeplessness

Where night's edge meets the dawn's first ray,
Sadness touches you, come what may.
Hear sleeplessness, a persistent sound,
Knocking at your door, all around.

I long to see your face, to hear your voice, a melody so dear,
But fate's unkind, a silence now holds sway, I fear.
For sleepless nights, with worries in their train,
Knock at my door, and cause me endless pain.

And when the morn arrives, with tasks to do,
They offer respite from this aching blue.
I've lost the joy of festivals and cheer,
No longer welcome Saturdays and Sundays near.

Time's gentle hand will veil the memories,
And help me find a sweet forgetfulness.
But still, the sleepless nights, a constant plea,
Knock at my door, and won't let me be free.

The world moves on, a vibrant, bustling scene,
Yet in my heart, a quiet, empty space.
The laughter's faded, colors dimmed, it seems,
A whispered name, a tear upon my face.

Though smiles I wear, a mask to hide the pain,
The sunlit days hold shadows, deep and vast.
And though I strive to mend, to start again,
A vacant chair, a memory that lasts.