i woke up from a dream with weary, teary eyes
we were kissing and it felt so comfortable
a heavy morning, a passed mourning
i'm sinking in question quicksand

it's almost been a year,
but i don't think i've let go of the hope
that awake, you would kiss me
like you used to, like the dream-you does

i've drifted in the ocean, hoping you would run towards me,
i've put my hand down, exhausted from reaching year
but my fingers still stretch out, fan out to make space for your fingers

i found a folded piece of paper in the small wood box
curious, i started to unfold it and i suddenly realized
it is a love letter from you
i blinked and shook in my surprise
and read it and cried

i am so confused
after all this change,
i still miss you

my only cause of sorrow
my utter confusion

a year ago,
we soared in the wing-filled sky
tasting clouds and
crisp romantic clarity.

i can't ask you to help me figure this out.
can you have peace and sorrow?
I know I can't.

My heart misses yours

there is so much to say
that words cannot possibly do
can i please have some of your time?
i want to know why i miss you