I keep looking for someone
in crowded rooms
in songs I’ve heard a thousand times
in the silence after everyone goes to sleep.
I think I miss somebody,
but every face I try to pin the feeling onto
slides away from me
like rain down a window.
Maybe it’s not a person at all.
Maybe it’s a version of myself
that existed for a moment
and never came back.
Maybe I miss laughing without thinking,
or waiting for a notification
from someone who used to know
every strange thing about me.
Maybe I miss the feeling
of being expected somewhere.
There’s an ache in me
with no name attached to it,
a ghost with blurred features
standing at the edge of my mind.
And somehow
the not knowing
hurts almost as much
as losing them.
May 16
May 16, 2026 at 7:38 PM UTC
I keep looking for someone
in crowded rooms
in songs I’ve heard a thousand times
in the silence after everyone goes to sleep.
I think I miss somebody,
but every face I try to pin the feeling onto
slides away from me
like rain down a window.
Maybe it’s not a person at all.
Maybe it’s a version of myself
that existed for a moment
and never came back.
Maybe I miss laughing without thinking,
or waiting for a notification
from someone who used to know
every strange thing about me.
Maybe I miss the feeling
of being expected somewhere.
There’s an ache in me
with no name attached to it,
a ghost with blurred features
standing at the edge of my mind.
And somehow
the not knowing
hurts almost as much
as losing them.
I miss someone and I don’t know who it is, it might be someone who’s not in my life anymore or it might just be a version of myself that’s not me anymore. Who knows.
