Why do I miss you so much
at 3 am
numb in the day
but when the world is asleep
the memory of you burns my chest
like salt in the wound

the quiet squeezes my heart
the stillness scratches my chest

kept company by the winking stars
that have seen it all before
watched these wounds turn to scars
a million times before

you are the space between my words
and their echoes
you are the empty part of me
that nobody knows
and nobody sees