Are you gazing at the stars right now?
Do you miss me as I do, wondering how?
Are you peering into the future, to the day of my vow?
I'm searching for you; tell me how.

Looked in bookstores and concertos with classical grace,
Discussed symphonies for lost loved ones, wars, and embrace.
Scanned every sunset on all shores,
Hoping you're there, enjoying the outdoors.

Have I been in the wrong place all this while?
You're not on the moon, right? Not in outer space, that's not your style.
Finding love is hard, not an effortless grace,
Feels like I'm trapped alone in a maze.

Is it taking forever, not just a life phase?
If you're wondering how to recognize me, I always have a book,
And you, with the key to my heart's lock.
Can't wait for the day to show off when I cook.

Listening to a cover of Tove Lo's "Stay High",
The one that says, "You're gone, and I stay high all the time."
She lost him, and I can't find you; it's a lonesome rhyme.