You keep me awake,
While deep in my sleep.
Showing up unexpectedly.
Hearing through rumor and fact that,
It’s because you miss me.

You haunt me in my dreams.
Sometimes you’re my friend,
But usually you play the enemy.
People have talked and gossiped and mentioned,
It’s because you miss me.

Fighting silent battles,
Deep within the black of night.
Not knowing what to believe.
Are you just a figure of my imagination?
Or do you actually miss me?