I miss having someone to talk to—
someone who listens, truly listens,
and remembers the little things I say,
as if my words mattered.

Someone who never made me feel
like a burden,
a backup,
an afterthought.
Yet perhaps I was.

I miss having someone who cared,
someone whose warmth reached the corners of my loneliness.
Someone who saw me—
not as an option, but as a choice.

I miss you,
because without you,
the world feels quieter,
emptier,
colder.

Without you,
I am a voice with no echo,
a heart with nowhere to rest.

Oh how I long to be someone's someone.

Oh how I long to have someone

The clouds drift by like thoughts set free,
a gentle waltz of air and sea.
And when the sun begins to fade,
the stars arrive—no light afraid.

Oh, sky so vast, so calm, so high,
you hold the tears the world won’t cry.
You cradle storms, you birth the dawn—
and still, you linger when we’re gone.

Whenever I begin to miss you,
I step outside to gaze at the sky.
It feels a little like madness—but perhaps it is.
For beneath the moon’s quiet gaze,
I drift into daydreams of you and I,
in a lifetime made only for two—
just you and me,
and the stars keeping our secret.

I gaze at the sky, and somehow, I begin to speak with the wind—
and the wind speaks back to me,
whispering secrets it carried from afar,
secrets murmured by the rustling leaves,
as if nature itself confides in me softly,
breathing truths only the heart can hear.

I watch the blue sky fade into dark,
yet my thoughts never drift afar.
Still, I think of you, my love—
from the gentle sunset to the tender rise of dawn,
you linger in my mind,
a constant glow the night can’t dim.

The moon’s gentle shine,
as bright as you, my love,
grants me the strength to carry on.
Its light caresses the night—
a quiet reminder
that even in darkness,
you are my dawn.

Oh how thankful I am for you.