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.