i cannot help but long for you
at times when the dusk meets the dawn
when the stars blink too brightly
and the moon's glow is endearing

when i have nothing to hold on to,
save for the hope that you and i
may have shared the same love
for that one thing that kept us alive

i cannot help but wonder what it was like
to hear your stories and how you made them up
as you told your children about them

i wonder if you're as beautiful
as my mother always say you are
you still live in her memories,
keeping you alive in the stories she tells us
and i wonder if she misses you too

and after all this, i sit in silence
then i wonder—
how can i miss someone i've never met?