Sitting on a root
Under a tree
Humming to the tune
Of the gentle breeze

Right beneath its shade
With rays of sunlight peeking through
Illuminating the absence
Of a presence that was felt

Time goes by
The withering leaves attest to that
Seemingly content
Staring at the distance

But as the sun slowly sets
Somewhere in the horizon
Realizing indeed something was missing
But knowing just like the sun it'll reveal itself

Eventually.