i sit alone in silence,
in the corner of my empty room
looking up at the moon
through the clear window.
i don't see the moon,
i see you instead.
your memories crawling its way
back into my mind.
i can't help but wonder
if you're glancing at the moon too,
and thinking about me
just the way i'm thinking about you.
this silence is painful
and i feel like it's killing me alive.
all i hear is my heart
drumming in my chest, wishing
and yearning to see you
for one last time.
longing to hear you
tell me that your heart aches
to be with me again.
longing to hear you
tell me that your fingers miss
being entwined with mine.
longing to hear you
tell me that you miss my head
against your naked chest.
longing to hear you
tell me that you miss my
lipstick stains on your cheeks.
longing for you,
my love, to tell me that you
walk alone in the streets we used
to roam together,
trying to relive our memories.
tell me, my love
that you wait at the french café,
with two coffee cups,
your eyes fixated on the door
waiting and hoping that
i'd walk in.
tell me that you
miss my tainted lips on yours.
tell me that you
miss my random musings, tell me
that every love bird in your garden
still sing my name.
tell me that the
fragrance of my love still
lingers in your mind.
tell me, my love,
that i'm your sweet pain,
your favorite mistake.