While I may still live in the night
The stars have finally come out
And I do not long for day
I am a child of the sleeping sun
But the difference is
I have learned not to trip
In the darkness

I trace memories the way I used to trace your lips
I hold pillows tight to my chest at night
The way I still haven't gotten to hold you
I whisper fragments of poems to myself
The way I used to whisper them in your ear
I still do all the same things I used to do
Hoping it will be enough
Until you come home again

(WARNING FETUS POEM, UNDER CONSTRUCTION, 1ST UNREVISED DRAFT DONT JUDGE)
My pen must be tired
of bleeding on pages for you
it might feel used
as if I only pick it up to write words like
tragedy
cry
leave
goodbye.

I don't know what words I'd use now to describe you now
I remember how you once apologized
that words were the only thing you had
the only thing we have to share
and what I should have but didn't say was
I think that words
and the brush of a pen
are one of the most beautiful things to exist
apart from our story.

I think
"You're my silver lining."
is a close combination of words
I'd use
because I know you
like the back of my hand
and the roadmap that will lead us
thousands of miles apart
towards similar goals
and identical places.

You and I
"We."
exist only in midpoint
and in white and blue
sometimes green and white
if there is really bad signal.

We know of our friend's stories
but not their laughs
or their voices.
We only know each others.

Friend,
I love you.
No,
not in love with you.

But I'd be lying if I said
what we share
is only a silly connection
and I guess I"ll end this poem now
because my pen must be tired
of bleeding on pages for you.

Don't judge me by my hearing-aids,
before getting to know me.
I'm as bright as the stars and the deep blue sea.

Don't judge me by my hearing-aids,
before getting to know me,
Don't say she didn't hear me.
wait for a response,
Give me a chance.
I will answer with my voice,
or in Sign Language.