the spare room waits to be shades of blue,
nesting dreams one day meant for you.
tear-streaked faces, silent cries,
a home one day to fill with lullabies.

my body shared; no longer mine,
each hour spent in silent whine.
not ready yet, but one day soon,
a hopeful heart beneath the moon.

echoes of your fleeting stay,
whisper softly, night and day.
dreams on hold, but not erased,
a future promise gently traced.

one day, with love, I’ll open the door,
to a room prepared with something more.
for now, I gather strength to heal,
until the time we meet feels real.