When the cold air kisses the veins in my body,
Especially the ones connected to the heart,
I long for connecting yours through the empty spaces
between my fingers.
When the majestic moon shines early,
illuminating all 4 corners of the room,
And I see your shadow in one;
in my side, my corner.
When in the silence of the night,
I hear you whisper-- though not my name,
And it reaches me and I reply,
with screaming thoughts of how it used to be.
When the clear skies show multitude of stars,
And I wait for even just a single one to fall,
then maybe I can make a wish- however futile
for you to fall back for me too.
It's during these nights when I miss you the most.
The same nights that make me look forward to sunrise.
