In the cold dark night,
I stare up at the moon,
And I think of you.
I wonder where you are.
Whose name you whisper now,
Whose hand you reach for
When the world gets heavy.
I took a drive
Down Route 80.
Wide awake,
With the needle kissing empty.
Kept my head on straight,
Headed toward redemption.
Held my pride together,
Never called your name.
The air felt like September
A summer already gone.
A cold breeze through the window,
Carrying you along.
And the wall came tumbling down.
I stared up at the full moon
On a Friday night,
Drinking to forget,
But feeling everything.
The moon hung low above me,
Like it knew what I’d lost.
Like it had watched us burn bright
And counted every cost.
You’re not a distant memory anymore.
You’re sitting beside me again,
In every song on the radio,
In every mile that never ends.
I see your face in the full moon.
It follows me wherever I go.
A ghost made of silver light,
Teaching old wounds how to glow.
And the wall came tumbling down.
You texted me first.
My hands shook in the dark.
I reached out like a worshiper
Waiting for a sign from God.
And I stared up at the full moon
On a Friday night,
Drinking to forget,
But feeling everything.
The moon said nothing.
The road went on.
But for a moment,
You felt close enough to hold
6d ago
May 30, 2026 at 2:24 AM UTC
In the cold dark night,
I stare up at the moon,
And I think of you.
I wonder where you are.
Whose name you whisper now,
Whose hand you reach for
When the world gets heavy.
I took a drive
Down Route 80.
Wide awake,
With the needle kissing empty.
Kept my head on straight,
Headed toward redemption.
Held my pride together,
Never called your name.
The air felt like September
A summer already gone.
A cold breeze through the window,
Carrying you along.
And the wall came tumbling down.
I stared up at the full moon
On a Friday night,
Drinking to forget,
But feeling everything.
The moon hung low above me,
Like it knew what I’d lost.
Like it had watched us burn bright
And counted every cost.
You’re not a distant memory anymore.
You’re sitting beside me again,
In every song on the radio,
In every mile that never ends.
I see your face in the full moon.
It follows me wherever I go.
A ghost made of silver light,
Teaching old wounds how to glow.
And the wall came tumbling down.
You texted me first.
My hands shook in the dark.
I reached out like a worshiper
Waiting for a sign from God.
And I stared up at the full moon
On a Friday night,
Drinking to forget,
But feeling everything.
The moon said nothing.
The road went on.
But for a moment,
You felt close enough to hold
