I miss you more than I let show, in quiet nights and song, But reaching out feels one-sided, like I’m always wrong. You’ve got my number, know my door—still silence fills the air, And though I ache, I won’t chase love that won’t meet halfway there.
It’s strange how I can miss you so, yet you don’t seem to flinch, While every memory pulls me back, you haven’t moved an inch. I won’t forget, but I’ll stand still—my heart deserves that too, Because missing me, just like I do, was always up to you.