In this cold night, I was struck by the sadness of these spaces we have. If you were just in sight I wouldn't be feeling this emptiness I've been keeping inside of me. Tonight, as I'm watching those stars made with neon papers on my ceiling above me, I think of you. Rough breaths escaping my lungs as the figment of tomorrows flashes before me. Will these spaces be ever filled with your presence? Will you ever wrapped your arms around me? Will I ever be hearing your silent breaths as I'm leaning into your chest? Tell me love, Will there be a future for us?