It's 3am and I found myself staring at my bedroom's ceiling
with my blank thoughts
just listening to the lullaby of the night.
Without my consent, a tear escaped from my left eye.
I was hoping that it was just because of the long staring game I had with the ceiling
and not because of the loneliness that engulfed me this time of the night
nor because of a glimpse of your face paving it's way to the pool of vague musings in my head.
That was supposed to be like a shooting star just quickly passing by
but it lingers there and now
it travels to the depth of my heart trying to unlock more the vault that locks a whole world with all the images of you.
I did try to resist but then the more I tried to hold it longer
the more visible the pain becomes.
So I gave up and ended up drowning with the thoughts of you
of us
It's 3am and I found myself missing you.
I miss you